There Ain't No Lobster Every Monday

Pin It I don't want to give off the impression we eat lobster, and throw wine and cheese parties every other week. We don't. There's plenty of nights where we just slum it. My husband will have some cereal, which I just don't eat. So I'll settle for some frozen Trader Joes tamales, or my favorite worst meal ever, cup of noodles. It always sounds so good, until you're half way through.

Anyway, last night, was one of those nights. I was home alone, watching awful TV, and dinner was a margarita, with a side of Dirty chips. Who names their chips Dirty, anyway?

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