had salsa-marinated chicken for dinner tonight, cooked on the grill and covered with extra salsa afterward. There’s one piece left, which I may take to my sweetie (except that she doesn’t really do tomatoes, dash it all).
It says something about my present state of tiredness that I sat down at the computer, post-supper, and realized I’d been logged out. So… I typed in my password, and waited for the computer to log me in.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
The screen just stayed the same. It took me several minutes to realize that there wasn’t anything wrong; I hadn’t entered my password incorrectly, or anything like that.
No.
Turns out I’d forgotten to hit return.
was that native american salsa?
was that native american salsa?
I nearly spewed half eaten doritos all over my screen when I read the punchline…
I nearly spewed half eaten doritos all over my screen when I read the punchline…
Oh, I’ve had days like those. Have I ever.
Nothing that can’t be fixed by a good long nap. 🙂
Oh, I’ve had days like those. Have I ever.
Nothing that can’t be fixed by a good long nap. 🙂