When Pork Tamales Are The Cure

Ever so slowly becoming less and less totally and completely exhausted.

I just noticed at least one wild deranged moustache hair, so I'm less pretty as well.

I feel like crying and laughing at the same time. The crying part is totally understandable and the laughter is a complete mystery. I have a sneaking suspicion that these warmed up pork tamales mixed with Pork N Beans accompanied by this cup of hot black coffee in a blue cup should take care of my body which feels but isn't black and blue, just scraped in a few places, sore, with little clumps of PVC glue showing up in strange places.

Ah, I just realized the missing ingredient after the first bite: BBQ Sauce! Yes ....

Discovery: Bruise - I did find a black and blue spot on my right arm, but it is very small, high up covered by my shirt sleeve and it certainly didn't seem to cause any interference with my ability to eat, drink or be merry, well, maybe the merry part, a little. Hopefully today will be the last day for this project, it just depends on what's behind wall number six. A special thanks to all the people out there helping me on my teflon tape journey.