Burrito Battles

Readers, I've had to start moderating the comments due to lots of spammers deciding to post "tips" on how to lose weight, see Megan Fox naked and make tons of money overnight. Rest assured that your comments are still being delivered, it's just a matter of getting my butt over to the computer to approve them.

In the meantime, The Mafiosos are currently making some cement shoes for the spammers to wear.






I also changed the layout of the blog because I was getting bored of the other one.  What do you all think?  Should I go back to the old one or keep this one?


Alright, now that we've got business matters out of the way, I need to be honest with my readers.  A while back I apologized for the lack of blog content in the month of February. I think I held the record for most sparse posts in a month. I promised you that soon I would share why and now the time has come.

Turns out The Mafiosos have opened The Books and added a name to the waste management business. Come this September, we'll be adding a two-legged member to our family.








I found out this great news in late January and because I hadn't passed the "Safe Zone" yet, I couldn't spill the beans. Even though I really, really, really wanted to! But now, here we are, three months later and now I can shout the news from the top of my lungs.

And let me tell you that shouting from the top of your lungs is a lot better than puking your lungs out. My energy has finally returned and all food now stays in my belly.

However, during those moments when nothing would stay down, I would find myself staring at my plate of food. It wasn't long before I had company. . .

"That's a mighty fine specimen of a burrito you got there.
What's wrong with it?
Why aren't you finishing it?"

Nothing's wrong with it. I just don't feel like eating the rest of it.

"Are you insane?!"

No, I'm pregnant. There's a difference. . . at least I hope there is.

"Oh, ok.
Well, can I have it then?
Don't you know a burrito's a terrible thing to waste? !"

No, you can't have it. You already had your breakfast and I don't need you getting diarrhea.

"I won't get diarrhea! I promise!
Just give me a little bite!"

I said NO. Here, I'll say it in Spanish also: NO. You're not supposed to be begging, let alone jumping on the table. You're being powerfully annoying.

"You want powerful?
I'll show you powerful!
I'll use my Jedi power to move the burrito into my mouth.
Now hush! I need to focus. . ."

"Come closer burrito!
Come to me!"

I see that's working really well for you.

"Dammit!
Maybe I can get it closer
by using my tongue."







"Never send an amateur do a pro's job.
You gonna finish that, Ma?"