The Taco Famine of 2012 is Over

Since moving away from the Chicago-land area I have been mourning the loss of Chipolte. Casual Mexican dining is one of the joys of my life. Sadly there are no Chiplotes in this geographic area. But last week my sister took me to a place that is even better. 

Everything is made fresh on sight, in front of you, event the tortillas! The cooking staff sing while they craft burritos, taco salads, and quesadillas. They make their own salsa fresh daily. It is my heaven.

Sympathy for the Devil

The devil dog got a huge hunk of PB&J, confidently flung on the ground from the sticky hands of the one in the high chair. I managed to wrestle half of said bite out of the slobbering dog's mouth. I've decided that the hoover can wait in her kennel during the baby's scheduled meals. 

A Christmas Miracle!

As I mentioned before; my sister's dog is the devil. She is a miniature hound of hell. Currently, she is in the dog house, if you will, for attempting to escape the comforts of this apartment. She sprinted for the mountains; disrupting the Christmas peace that had descended not five minutes previous.

This is the second time this mongrel has attempted a holiday escape. Two years ago, to the day, she absconded in below zero weather. She must be craving some attention. 

I'll show her how to set up a blog; that'll fix her right up.