I just had a LOT of egg rolls and beer. It's a fond pastime and a greasy experience. My mom would have her friend over and they would roll 'em up and fry 'em and we'd have duck sauce and soy sauce and mustard and laughter.
That's what the south is all about.
My kids are getting along strangely well tonight. The young man is saying all kinds of words with superb accuracy. I'm so glad these little turds aren't "different". That sounds pompous, but let's be real here: I'd rather not work harder than I already have to. I did just eat a bunch of fried food.
And here's the young man after dumping our cornstarch EVERYWHERE.
