Finger Food—Not!

This morning, after doing my indoor walking video, we rescued two adorable, three month old wannabe Border Collie pups! One is a male and the other is a female. I've named them Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers! I haven't taken pictures of them yet, but I'll guarantee you—they are precious!

This afternoon, Tony and I met Kinky for lunch in Kerrville. We ate Mexican food, and it wasn't at that orange colored restaurant, with half of their sign still on the ground, leaning up against their building. The part that is still attached to the building reads: Mexican R and the rest of the sign, on the ground reads: estaurant. No we didn't eat there—we ate at Conchitas, down the street from Wolfmuellers Books—thank goodness!

The owner greeted Kinky, by name, as we entered her small establishment, as did their friendly waitress. Kinky and Tony knew exactly what they wanted, but I didn't know what to order, so I ordered a plate of guacamole nachos, to share with the men—a big mistake!

Tony and Kink were served their dinners first, and then came my heaping platter of smoking nachos, covered in black beans, melted cheese, guacamole, sour cream and pico de gallo—it looked delicious, but there was one small problem or should I say one major problem—my two front teeth, which by orders from my great dentist—Dr. Sam, up in Fredericksburg—I am still not allowed to bite down into anything!

As Kinky and Tone began eating their lunch—I started laughing! "I feel like an idiot for ordering nachos," I stated. "I can't eat these nachos, because of my teeth."

T. and Kinky started laughing at my predicament. "Just break off a little piece at a time," Tony suggested.

I laughed, then looked around the room, realizing that we were the only customers there, so I took his advice! Laugh out loud—I picked up a nacho, broke off a small piece and placed it in my mouth—muy delicious, but mucho messy! My fingers were covered in black beans, stringy cheese, sour cream and guacamole! After three nachos, my paper napkin was running out of space for me to wipe off my fingers!

So, on my fourth nacho, I decided to try using my fork to eat those tasty nachos, instead of using my fingers to shove it down my pie hole. I knew I looked like a stupid tourist from Mars, trying to eat nachos using a fork—because nobody in Texas ever does that—trust me! And I am also pretty sure that the sweet, young waitress, and her friendly boss, were both laughing at me using a fork, because every time that I looked over at them standing behind the counter—they were laughing—but I can't prove that!

Kinky and T. finished their Mexican dinners first, and Tone helped me finish off my nachos—using his fingers! After we left Conchitas, we walked over to Wolfmueller's Books for a visit, but Jon and Sandy were swamped with customers, so we took off in different directions.

This evening I have spent over an hour, trying to find a poster frame, so I can frame my beautiful, signed—Riders In The Sky poster! Guess what—there are no 14"x24" frames—under $200.00! If any of y'all know where I can find one that's affordable—PLEASE LET ME KNOW! Y'all have a great evening!