I have decided this is Burrito Week and just had a chorizo burrito which was FULL OF WIN.
Yesterday, chile verde (at the same place I went today, Boca Grande on First Street in Cambridge)
Monday, my old standby, carnitas at Anna's in the MIT Student Center.
Tomorrow I think I might hit Felipe's in Harvard Square and Friday perhaps La TaQueria in Union Square.
I have decided this is Burrito Week and just had a chorizo burrito which was FULL OF WIN.
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For a while I'd pick up litter and recycling every time I walked home, but I've gotten lazy about it lately. Need to get back in the habit.
Y'all remember that Saturday morning animated anti-litter thingy? "If every kid did it, can't you see? What a messed-up something something the world would be..."
Sparky, that's so cute.
My leftover chipotle chicken and goat cheese pizza tastes better cold. Interesting. Probably only to me.
Y'all remember that Saturday morning animated anti-litter thingy?
I remember the crying Indian.
I'm probably made of mom-fail. I took the kids to the dentist this morning for teeth cleaning and such and afterwards, took them to iHop, which they love and never get, because there's only one around here and it's always massively crowded and notoriously slow on the weekends. But it happens to be by their dentist.
But I did make them brush their teeth again.
I remember the crying Indian.
Yeah, me too. But I think they ran that PSA for about eighty-three years. The only thing that ran longer was the commercial for tootsie pops with the Owl.
Burrito Week for all! Perfect weather and timing (slow in the office) for it, over here.
Yeah, me too. But I think they ran that PSA for about eighty-three years. The only thing that ran longer was the commercial for tootsie pops with the Owl.
Yep, I remember it too. And they still run the Tootsie Pops commercial with the owl.
It's important to teach kids that owls are lazy, cheating bastards. Or talking owls, anyway.
I remember the crying Indian.
When my one now-adult cousin was fiveish he was told to wait in the car while his Mom ran in to pick up the drycleaning. He was not to get out. She could see hime the whole time. She would be right back...
She's gone all of two minutes when she looks up to see him getting back in the car. He had seen someone litter and had gotten out to throw it away. His Mother was unimpressed by his reasoning and proceeded to chew him out about how dangerous that was and how she should be able to trust him for five minutes now that he was a big boy, she didn't care WHY he got out of the car, but that he had etc.
He looks up at her, face covered in tears, and says, "You may not care, but God and the indians do."