I disaster-ed Sam!

Sam may kill me when she read this, but at least I warned her I was going to post it. I will leave out particular details regarding the guacamole.

Terri is out of town this week (and not enjoying it due to not feeling well) and sometimes when she's gone I'll take the kids to Casa Chimayo. This is a neat little Mexican place that's been in Manassas longer than Mexicans. The food is great, the atmosphere is great, the service is great, and Terri doesn't like Mexican food.

So there we are, talking about being stuffed and stuff, and Sam has sprinkled some of her cheese in her sour cream. The cheese, sour cream, guacamole, and lettuce is in this basket as sides for her chicken fajitas (or FAJITAS CHIX as it appeared on the check) and the basket is on the table between Sam and me, with her on my right. So we're making jokes about having some fat with your fat and Sam shows her flat tummy, all bragging about how skinny she is.

Well, I saw an opportunity there. My hand was on my glass, and my fingers were rather cold. I figured I'd get those fingers on her belly and teach her a lesson! My aim was off, and I caught the edge of the basket with my hand, sending the contents flying all over poor Sam.

I felt horrible but couldn't help laughing, especially when she declared that she was going to kill Jason as a preemptive measure, to keep him from telling anyone. Little did she know...

And there's Jason over there saying "this is the best day of my life" over and over again between gasping for air because he's laughing so hard. He's easily amused. So next time he's feeling blue, maybe I'll just throw some guacamole on someone.