My wife co-hosted a baby shower this afternoon, so I opted for some male bonding over chips, salsa and all-you-can-eat enchiladas at a nearby Don Pablo’s instead of finger sandwiches with a houseful of women cooing over a beautiful newborn.
Now I have indigestion — and not just from the food. I’m sick of taxes. I had to pay another 45 cents to the state of Virginia. Ugh!