The Nacho Supreme Express…

Yeah, it’s that time of the week again.  Today is the day mom meets Mrs. Sandra for Mexican Thursdays. I live a very regimented life it must seem and it is.  I am quite the hungry guy tonight and am looking forward to my full order of Nachos Supreme (I still say Taco Bell is better). My only extra request was for mom to tell them to put more jalapeños on my nachos. I called mom on a lark about an hour ago inquiring if my mother knew if dad left me some V-8 juice in the kitchen. He was supposed to pick me up some at the grocery store last night and he said he would.  Mom said she didn’t know anything about it.  Not a good sign.  I guess I didn’t get some V-8 after all. Piggly Wiggly here we come. Mom also sounded three sheets to the wind.  I hope she gathered herself enough before driving to the restaurant. She wasn’t quite roadworthy when I talked to her.

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - August 28, 2014 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs