For dinner I made Nachos. As a child, my family had nachos often and I always thought that everyone would have tried them, at least once before. Especially when the said person is 28.
Obviously not.
As I was in the kitchen trying to cook with two dogs sitting there looking at me with big forlorn 'I'm a starving puppy, give me food' eyes, Paul told me he had never had nachos before. I was gob smacked. I couldn't believe he'd never eaten nachos before.
Its funny how when we assume something, someone or something just comes along and destroys that assumption. I'd love to say that I will stop assuming things, but unfortunately that's harder done than said. I think it tends to be human nature to assume things. Like I believe I can safely assume that the sun will rise tomorrow, or that the stop signs will still be painted red. But I think people [myself included] need to start learning not to assume anything about anyone.
Well that's enough from me with my current zombie infestation, it does not take long for my brain to be redevoured, and I am still tossing up if I should feed the doglets the left over bean mash from the nachos. I can't work out if I want to waste it or put up with doggy bean farts [if any].
PS. Paul loved the nachos ;)
Hey Rav that nachos looks Yummy!!
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