No, I don’t want to scare you. I’m not pregnant, nor are any of my grandkids. It’s my burrito that’s pregnant. Even before Bec arrived in Colorado, she warned me, “I’m in the mood for Mexican food. Be prepared.” I have mentioned before that the Mexican food in AZ is a lot different from the Mexican food in Colorado and New Mexico. The difference is most notable in the green chile. In AZ, burritos might be filled with a version of green chile whereas in Colorado, burritos will be smothered in green chile. Anyway, there is a Mexican restaurant to which I have taken Bec before called El Senor Sol. I can’t say that it’s significantly better or worse than other Mexican restaurants. What I can tell you, however, is that they have something on their menu called a Pregnant Burrito. That, my friends, is a bean burrito with either a chile relleno or a cheese enchilada stuffed inside. The first time that we ordered this particular item, Bec’s and my expectations were unclear. We each expected the relleno or the enchilada to be on the side. So when the server set down a plate containing a single burrito, we both looked confused. “Excuse me,” I said politely. “Where is my enchilada?” The server gave me one of those looks, and said, “It’s inside the burrito, you nimwit.” Well, she didn’t actually call me a nimwit, but I know she thought I was exactly that. “Oooooh,” I said. “That’s why it’s called a pregnant burrito. I’m certain she rolled her eyes. At any rate, they are delicious, and now we have the whole pregnant thing NAILED…..
Bec and I were in our family room the other day watching Gone With the Wind (Oh, Ashley, Ashley…) when I heard Bill holler at me. Kris, come here for a second. Putting the movie on hold (just as Scarlett was pulling down the front of her dress so as to show her decolletage, making Mammie’s head explode), I went to see what Bill wanted. He had pried the bottom two steps off in preparation to replace them with the red oak he is installing all over the house. It seems that way back when our house was built in 1972, the construction workers didn’t see the need to use a trash can to get rid of their lunch remains…..
Yes, my friends. For all of these years, this trash has lived inside our stairway, unbeknownst to us.
Bill is making real progress in our home improvement project. I promise you, I can even barely keep a straight face when I call it our home improvement project. I vowed I wasn’t going to show any pictures until it’s done, but this contrast is amazing. From this…..
Isn’t it so pretty? And that’s without the stain on the wood. He still has a bit of work yet to do on the spindles, but I love it so much.
Let’s All Go to the Movies
I managed to get Bill to take a day off of construction. He worked in his office for a bit, went out to lunch with a friend, and then we went out for dinner and a movie. A very good movie, as it turns out, called Logan Lucky. I would likely never even have heard of this movie if Court and Alyx hadn’t seen it on Monday and told me about it. Court said it was a hillbilly Oceans Eleven, and indeed it was. Very clever plot. Very Coen-Brothers-like, though it wasn’t the Coen Brothers. Lots of fun.