Sorry, I'm not yelling at you; that was a pointed "Note To Self".
I made a mad dash out to the grocery store for green peppers, and since I got back I just don't have the heart to face the seeding and chopping that needs must ensue.
I'm making Salsa.
Well, I will be making salsa as soon as I actually open the cans of diced tomatoes, peel and chop the garlic, finish chopping the peppers, and burn out my eyes chopping up onions.
It's 2:00 already, and I've been avoiding it since I went downstairs to change loads in the washer.
It's also laundry day.
And Band Concert night.
So, Stop Farting Around, Already, and GET GOING!
Come on, you like Salsa. It will be GREAT salsa. You can have some tonight...(speaking to self in a sing song voice)
Yeah, yeah. I'm going. I'm GOING. I may even remember to close all the bedroom doors so our clothes don't smell like onions and garlic.
Maybe some Spanish and Latin American Dance music would help set a "salsa" mood... or a flamenco mood... how about merengue?.... samba...capoeira...tango...