8:00pm Central Time
Love #1: Farm Boy sitting on the couch with me...
Love #2: ... eating Chipotle burritos and chips...
Love #3: watching the TV tuned into the SciFi Channel for the season finale of Ghost Hunters .
Burrito-goodness blended together with freaky ghost hunting. Life doesn't get much better than that. The only thing missing was my Chipotle "Addicted" shirt. 'Cause that's what I am. Ahhhhh.
12 comments:
I like Chipotle, but I cannot say that I love it. Please do not hate me.
I don't hate you. I don't understand you, but I don't hate you. ;-)
I don't even know what a chipolte is. *hangs head in sorrow*
I just want to squeeze your cheeks you're so cute! :)
Hey DCMM, I found some more music you might like...
Hem "Rabbit Songs"
Carey Ott "Lucid Dream"
Jeffrey Foucault "Ghost Repeater"
Ane Brun "A Temporary Dive"
Madita "Madita"
...and Chipotle rules!
I am still trying to combine mny three loves, but I have yet to find a way to have sex on a golf course while plaing poker.
... whilst sitting on that couch with the Frumpster?
Actually the three do link up ... A hole in one with a poker
Chipotle is good, but Burrito Loco is better.
Oh you're going to get it now! Bagging chipottle is like bagging Ma'am herself!
Sorry about the softball game - trust me, I FEEL your pain. In my experience with kids and sports, this occurs when their team is so far up that they start thinking they can't be beat... and then everything goes to hell. (At least they didn't lose, right??) I'm sure you had a bunch of moaning, screaming parents. The worst is having to listen to the parents on the other side, lol. Makes me want to throw something at them.
:-)
goldennib: Chipotle Online. Go see. :-)
ludi: aw... now I'm blushing again. ;-)
greg: THANKS! I'm always looking for new music!
farm boy: Yeah, I think golf and poker are taking priority with you these days though. Besides, there's too much sand on golf courses. That tends to make things, ummm... difficult. ;-)
anon: Funny! But who are you?!?!
margus: I don't think we have a Burrito Loco here. I'll have to try one next time I'm up in your neck of the woods. Eek. I sound like Al Roker!
tammara: you know it! And most of the parents are 'coaching' from the bleachers, too! They were screaming at some girl to throw home -- when of course she should not have anyway-- and the poor kid was so confused. After the play was over, I loudly yelled, "Just listen to your coaches, honey!" I'm so passive-agressive that way. hee hee
Oops... aggressive.
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