let me give you a tip, just try a nacho chip

Dirty. And tired. Skipping another chance to "party" (what does that mean, these days? I am wary of invitations to hang out extended by anyone under 25) and just kicking it with my girls - Rory and Lorelai Gilmore, that is. I am beat.

I don't think we even broke even but I'd still call it a good day. As for the gloves, I got a 50-pack that somehow got completely used up even though I never saw the kids wearing them - I can just see them sneaking off and blowing them up behind the cafeteria - and as for the crock-pot, it was a crock, all right. Fortunately we had a backup pot and my trusty microwave as well.

The YMCA fried saimin kicked our nachos' ass. But then I'm assuming everything kicked our nachos' ass. Of the twenty-four pounds of tortilla strips-not-chips, we used a grande total of maybe two and a half pounds, not counting the bag that blew over in a gust of wind. I forgot to go to the bake sale at 30 min to closing, when everything was supposed to be dirt cheap, but I did get a free plant and five free bentos, two of which I gave away. The remainders are sitting in the fridge because I already got my yearly quota of MSG - all in a days' work. My throat is scratchy - could be the greasy food, or maybe I'm still coughing up dirt.

Had some interesting conversations while slaving over a hot ... microwave. News travels fast when you live on an island. But we all knew that.

;)