The Bish makes a mean taco. We have taco night about once a week, sometimes once every two weeks. I usually don't eat the shell. The RM and the Beast were home for a visit (thanks for the piano tune Beasty), and they wanted dad's tacos. So, we had grandma over and made a party of it. The only thing that would have made it perfect is if Noah did not have a migraine. But thanks to friends with emergency home remedies. Thanks Michelle.
Anyway, when it's taco night, Sister Bishop does not cook. But, I'd better go clean up the kitchen. Tonight I just went with the flow and ate two tacos. Yummm.
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