Bullet Friday

• I have lots of really wonderful posts to post but you'll get this today.
• I'm eating a dog meat burrito and having a Pacifico. At Work! Because I can if I want to!
• And the boss is gone.
• Relax. . . . It's only one and I wont get drunk, besides, I will have turned that beer into water long before I have to drive home.
• And it's not raining!
  
• The Ptomaine Palace where dog meat reigns has a new salsa, roasted, spicy and quite nice.
  
• I've written my nephew a long long, very long letter, promising to send him pictures of a boat.
  
• I'm cooking. Not now. At home. Three Julia Child recipe in 2 days. Good stuff but a little more involved than I'd like.
  
• I just noticed a bleach spot on my favorite sweater. It's not too noticeable, I don't think.
• I want this
• It's not raining!
• Super bowl party? Maybe. That's up to the man. I'll make a ginormous pot of chili and tuck myself away to do my taxes. The beer's in the fridge, pot of chili with cornbread, they'll never miss me.
• The Gnomes? You just will not believe what they are up to now. You wont! I know I keep saying things like this, but they just keep topping themselves. And I don't even know where to start. Most of it doesn't make much sense anyway.
  
• I think he has lost his mind!
  
• For reals.
• And it's not raining!