totahsam

I knew something was up.  The air was thick with apprehension.  Something was coming.  Something big. 

It had been storming all day yesterday.  My dad said the last time it rained like this?  “Noah done built hisself an ark”   Even the weather was anticipating something evil and insidious.  The Feeling of dread increased as the night wore on.

Suddenly the skies split open; lightning flashed and thunder rolled.  A knock.  Was that a knock on my door???   I shuddered.  Who could it be?  What do they want????  I pulled the blankets  around my frail shivering body.   I hear a shaky disembodied voice.

“Sam!  There’s Nachos!”

 Dad?

Damnit.  Nachos?  My kryptonite.  My Achilles Heel.  Nooooo!!!!! 

I broke out the mormon crucifix  (an Amway Catalog) and shouted,  “Get thee behind me processed cheese!!!  Get thee behind me carb filled corn chips!!!” 

It took every ounce of will power (and one hungry nephew) not to eat those nachos.  I mean.  This is New Mexico.  Ya’ll have no clue what TRUE nachos are all about.   If the chosen people were hispanic?  Nachos would have been falling out of the sky instead of Manna.  

But I persevered and sacrificed my nephew to the nacho gods.  It’s o.k..  He’s young.  He can handle the cholesterol.

All is fair in love and weight loss people.