Back to the Future, Part 1, or Revenge of the Burrito

When Vita ab Alto died, I had a number of posts of my own and from others in the queue. I still have all those others sent me. Today seems like a good day to begin reposting them. I can blog between visits to the necessary to ralph--it seems that all in the Monk Cave have eaten something that disagreed with them. The Veep and oldest daughter, although queasy, were well enough to take part in end-of-school-year activities. Your ineluctable Monkster and youngest daughter are house-ridden. As I say, a good day to catch up on blogging.

I pray that this malady was contracted from the local magaburrito joint, and not from the meal that the Veep and I prepared for Youth Snack Supper at church last night. Poisoning the whole church: that's a Bad Thing. If you hear from the deep South of a couple run out of town while tied to a rail and covered in tar and feathers, accompanied by a cursing, puking mob of Methodists, you'll know what happened.



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