A Confession

I really like chips and salsa. No way around it. Sit me done, had me a bag of chips and tub of salsa, and tell me that was my meal? No problem.

After Stake Conference tonight, we went with a bunch of friends to a gelato place. Nothing there for me. Next door was a Mexican restaurant, I went and got a take out order of chips and salsa.

Brian and Sid were daring each other to drink half the container of salsa. (and occasionally just a cup of it.) I could have pounded it down and ended the conversation (and maybe started another), but I wanted to see if Sid would do it. Sid did not.

I've got a third of the thing of salsa left, should make a good lunch tomorrow...