Enjoyed Some Mexican Leftovers

I don't bring many leftovers home from going out to eat. Mostly because I manage to eat everything when I'm there.

But today I got full faster when we were out at the Mexican restaurant. So I got a box and brought home the leftovers. I meant to have it this evening.

Then it was late when I remembered I had the leftovers. But still it saved me having to go out and spend more money, which I was considering, till I remembered these.

I heated up the enchilada and rice, then I had some of the free chips they give you. It's all been in the fridge since 1 p.m., and the chips were a little flexible. But when they set on my plate for a while they seemed to stiffen up. They still tasted the same even if they didn't have that chippy crunch you like.

So that was all good, microwaved, then eaten while sitting here at the computer. And it wasn't so much (I hope) that it's going to disturb my night. If anything disturbs me it'll probably be the glass of water.

Time To Do Laundry

Oh, I hate doing that, dripping breakfast all over my pajama top.

My pajama top, so called, is actually one of those gray exercise shirts, thick fabric, like long johns but gray. The thickness pulls in and absorbs all liquid. Absorbene Senior.

I'm busy eating -- slop slop slop -- looking at the web news -- and -- dollop -- goes my egg, a drizzling, side egg, crusty, sticky, gooey mess right down my top. To scoop it off with the fork is going to be half the battle. The rest of the battle will be the residue left behind that couldn't be extracted with a rock and a running stream.

So now I look down and I'm Stainman, super hero known for sloppy seconds. That's one way to remember breakfast. I'm always bemoaning the fact that the little pieces of trivial history aren't recorded and are quickly forgotten. Well, this is indelible.

That means it has to get done today sometime. Because I only have this one PJ top that fits well. And I can't be shivering in my bed tonight with a T shirt. Double drat.