The almost-comeback kid
Friday, May 15, 2009
I wanted to write something that could pass as witty about my semi-return to blogging, but really, the smell of adobo wafting from the office kitchen is killing me. It's paralyzing what's left of my working brain cells. I can't even work (which reminds me, I am supposed to work).
I am blaming everything on the well-marinated chicken and pork adobo simmering in the huge pot, with lots of peppercorn and laurel leaves. It is pure evil.
P.S. We are having a summer outing tomorrow, thus, the wicked adobo.
I forgive, but I don't forget. It is going down.