Last night, the Butcher and I tore through the house, upending cushions to find enough money for him to buy us milk and cereal. We are flat broke until Monday. So broke that we were sitting around complaining about how broke we are until we remembered that we used to always be this broke and that it’s been years since we’ve run out of money before we ran out of food.
But if I did have money?
I would totally eat at a place called “Los Happy Belly’s.”
That name makes me happy just looking at it.