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Jennifer.
Mama. I have a problem with shopping. Night crier. Home decorating. Nacho cheese takes everything up a notch. Not afraid to love Britney Spears. Trying to own all the paper products in the world.
Nathan.
Wild man. Runs on tip toes. Into choo choos and trash trucks. Might miss something when he's asleep. Thomas is everything. Enjoys long walks. Are fruit snacks in the food pyramid? There is no one cuter.
Brian.
Daddy. Cleans his cleaning products. Works for the red roof. Should be in a rock band. Solves all family problems. Drinks way more creamer than coffee. Will be playing Xbox when he's 80.
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Tuesday, February 4, 2014, 4:11 PM
Well, since we're getting blasted with ice bullets, let's talk about Mexican food.
Let's face it. Sometimes I feel like the only option here is eating at home or at a gas station. But turn that frown upside down, because I have found the Mexican restaurant that makes me weep with gladness.
I don't even know the name of it.
It kind of looks like the place you go into and never come out again. But I will assure you, it will make your dreams come true and your waistline come out. I'm kidding, I know the name of it. It's called Las Palmas and I have their logo tattooed on my left forearm.
I'd link the website, but I don't even know if they know the Internet exists. When you visit, you'll start out with a giant margarita that leaves you wanted to take nude laps around your neighborhood. Then, you'll order the white queso and you'll make inappropriate mouth noises while you're eating it or slurping it through your straw. Finally, my entree of choice is the taquito plate, which feels like they've deep fried those things for 14 years before they've reached your plate. You don't care. You want to buy a T-shirt from the hostess up front.
In an effort to be adventurous, we did try another local Mexican favorite: Mojitos. We walked in, I was holding Nathan and I actually had to ask the hostess if it was okay to bring a child in because I had the immediate feeling that we were in a nightclub.
Despite their abundance of blacklight decorations, we dined on the vats of hot salsa and queso that they brought us. I am a very hungry girl, so I also may have eaten the crayons pictured above.
I don't even remember what I had to eat for dinner, because Nathan did this right before he took his first bite at the restaurant:
I often share the same feeling when nacho cheese is about to blanket my taste buds. That's my little buddy. (Nathan, not the nacho cheese.)