"I'll be out of your way in a minute". . . .I said
"can you see the road okay?". . . .I asked
"can you move your head back .. .a bit?. . .I requested with a smile and a wink.
Is is just me . . or are all the good views on the other side of the vehicle?
We ventured over the great divide to old Bellingham on Friday night.
You know how you can imagine coming around the corner of displays and seeing it. .
stacked high and priced so reasonably that a person with good sense would snap it up. .
and hide it until tree trimming time.
They didn't have one. ..
and it's a good thing too. . .
since upon discussing my brilliant idea for under the "tree". . .
with the lil' farm hand's mommy yesterday. . .
it seemed .. .
the idea has already been hatched in her mind. .
and what kind of cruel grammie would try to out do a mommy?
That's what I thought too.
We'll wait one year.
So anyways. .
we left there and drove into old Bellingham. . .
hungry for Mexican food.
We spotted this bright cheery looking place. . .
parked the truck and went inside.
There were still plenty of tables available. .
so we ordered our food. . .
and helped ourselves to the salsa buffet. . .
and had a seat.
Not ten minutes later. . .
the folks were lined up to the door.
We felt quite brilliant to have snuck in before the rush. . .
and began to feel quite confident in our choice.
You know you've selected well .. .
when little Mexican ladies are making fresh tortillas within your view ...
and you are munching on fresh tortilla chips and hand cut salsa.. .
while waiting for your food.
We'll be back Taco Lobo. .