Tonight I made “Impossible Taco Pie” for dinner (does anyone know why it’s called “Impossible?”) although iMessage auto-corrected it to “I’m possible” when I texted my husband to tell him what I was making. I like that more empowering, affirming label, so I’m going to start calling it “I’m Possible Taco Pie” from now on.
Of course, we HAD to have margaritas with it!
This weekend we celebrate the husband’s 54th cycle around the sun, so there may be more food and drink in our future.
Stay safe, y’all!