One of the few things I miss here is a good Mexican restaurant.
Actually, I’d be happy with a bad Mexican restaurant.
When we lived in Minneapolis we used to go to a hole-in-the-wall called Little Tijuana. I have no idea if it’s still there. I first went while I was in college so it’s been around a long time.… Continue reading.....
I could have run around the house taking pictures of the 2nd coat of white paint on the bathroom ceiling; or the corner tile in the kitchen behind the stove that was re-glued (it may not be a word in your house but it most definitely is in our house) but it hardly seemed like a riveting blog post.