The tomatos have been coming in pretty regular now, so last night I whipped up a batch of salsa. Ma found out and took the bowl down with a bag of chips to watch the tube. She took a beer too. I grabbed a pop and was part way down the stairs when she told me to grab her another beer. Like what….two beers in three minutes? Apparently I made the stuff a mite warm for her. The fire in her eyes spoke very clearly that I has messed up.
So now the small potatos are out of the way, I can go to the tube tonight and enjoy the rest of my very fresh, very tasty first batch of salsa without having to pass the salsa bowl every two minutes. She’s got he jar of store bought wuss stuff in her hand right now. Maybe I can get the recliner.