and what I'll probably be eating for the next few months, aka basketball season: one dirty martini and one bowl of generic velveeta melted with salsa alongside stale chips. I licked the bowl clean with my index finger, thank you very much. (Two martinis and I surely would not have used my finger).
And, NO, the boys did NOT have velveeta and salsa for dinner. They had highly-processed potstickers around 5pm so that I could get them to bed early so I could have my drink. Er, I mean, my dinner.
Dinner party, anyone?
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