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!