I guess I should begin by saying that this year I am having more fun which leads me to last night. I was at the Wal-Marts and ran across the Tator Tots. They are capitalized because for far too long they have not been shown the proper respect they deserve. They are a perfectly acceptable accompaniment to many, many a meal. Even breakfast, a hashbrown of sorts if you will. Well, on the way home from the Wal-Marts I passed a house that was decked out in blue Christmas lights. You can imagine how beautiful they looked in the snow. I walk in, grab up the boys and put them in the bus to go see. This is part of the fun, spontaneous me this year. No matter that the baby is screaming because the child freaks out if he has no shoes on when we're in the car. I asked Mr. Sunshine is he'd go ahead and throw some Tator Tots into the oven and we'd be right back.
You can imagine my surprise when I walked in and saw the ginormous amount of Tot Action that had entered my oven. Honey, have you invited people we don't know about? Naw, you just said put the Tots into the oven. Wow. He was right. I had indeed said that.