I love this Mexican lady that comes to my work every Saturday and sells fresh HOT tamales.
C. loves tamales (duh) but they take an entire day to make so. . . yeah nope. So once in a while I buy a bunch from the lady and bring them home and he feels like I love and care about him and mushy shit like that. AND they're really good. AND I never feel guilty that he doesn't go without. (because eventually I would break down and make them for him becuase yeah all that mushy love shit but it would take a whole day!!! and fuuuhhhhhhkkk that)
This is a happy hippie tree huggin place for me to write about stuff that I love or am thankfull for. It's kind of the opposite of my other blog but whatever floats yer boat right? Feel free to share something YOU love anytime the wind blows your skirt in that direction.
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Yeah, save that shit for birthday's and anniversaries...lol
Oh good lord. I always hear about mexicans doing it for Christas. But that's about the LAST time of year I'd want to do it.
Actually his birthday would be PERFECT!!! You gave me a great idea. Thank you. :)
OH and anniversary? No.
LOL
Don't forget to let us know the birthday story.
OH, no I just meant that that would be a good gift for his birthday. My bad.
I love fresh tamales too as long as they are chicken. No pork, please.
Good luck when you decide to make those bad boys!
Pollo para mi tabien. And don't even thing about "beef" Eeeeeee.
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