Just make yourself a dang quesadilla!

On the subject of the new lows I have reached lately, it is rumored around my house that last night, while watching 30 Rock on the DVR, I might have ended up falling asleep on the remnants of a mostly-eaten quesadilla. Probably this is a lie, especially since it was actually the plate I fell asleep on, whereas the remnant of the quesadilla itself had to be salvaged from underneath a not-new Bed, Bath and Beyond pillow with the $12.99 price tag still on it.

Anyway, needless to say the husband sat there, horrified, realizing that he had actually married a person such as the one just described. On the spot, he banned all future eating on the couch.

I probably should delete this post immediately, but I don't have any other content. So, anyway.