The almost-comeback kid

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.

posted by vina @ 3:03 PM           

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