Larson has made it difficult for me to work today. Why? He has been writing me about bacon nachos.
Look at that delicious mound of nachos!
(Sometimes I want to spell nachos “natchos.” Yet strangely, I dislike the expression “natch” more than a poke in the eye.)
I shall not rest today until nachos, bacon-topped or no, are found in my gullet.
WHY I’M ANGRY TODAY
I threw my back out moving boxes. That dog is barking!