Ever had a really good day, where things seemingly always go right, and then you innocently turn on the television and your day is just ruined?
Welcome to Presidential Debate #1.
Abby and I went to Rosenberg today, a small town southwest of Houston, in search of two important things: quilting fabric and tamales. We found the tamales; the fabric was a bust. I call that a win. Amazingly, we ate lunch around 1 pm and close to 8 hours later I wasn’t that hungry at all. Bob’s Taco Station is worth the drive if you live here in H-town and haven’t been.
Church tonight was fun–we talked about the Avengers, how great is that?–although getting hammered in ping-pong is never fun, even though its an increasingly common experience. I really enjoy having Sugar Grove back in my life…its wonderful to have a place where I feel comfortable to center and re-center myself during the week.
And then, of course, we came home and turned on the debate. I hate politics.
Breakfast–Wafflewich! The Return of the Wafflewich! Peanut butter and strawberry-mango jelly. Remember this combination…it’ll be back.
Lunch–Bob’s. Three chorizo and potato tacos and a pork tamale. Admittedly, three was too much. WAY too much. But I had La Popular from Abilene in my mind and misjudged the size of the tacos, as well as the proportion of potato-to-chorizo in the taco. There was a LOT of chorizo…a lot. Like…oof. Great meal though…well worth the trip.
Dinner–A peanut butter and jelly sandwich to close out the day, with peanut butter and strawberry-mango jelly. The last of the strawberry-mango jelly, that I will miss greatly, but its just too freaking expensive. It was a good run.
Tomorrow we get to yell at our apartment manager once again! Yay!
Oh…and hang out with the Toys and St. Germains. That’ll be nice too 🙂
Have a good one.