There isn't a guiltier pleasure than having a big Mexican meal in the middle of a hot day. Except maybe having a big Bulgarian meal, but since that's not quite possible, John and I were content with inviting a couple of friends over to the near by La Fiesta and stuffing ourselves senseless with respectively Grandma's Especial Beef and El Pollo Guacamole and Green Sauce burritos. YUM! In fact, we ate so well and fast that I completely forgot to take a photo of the meals themselves. Therefore, I appropriated a shot I found on yelp and edited in on Instagram for the purpose of illustrating this post better (that's a disclaimer before someone decides to legally pursue me for a billion dollars - ah, the lengths I go to share the things I eat with you guys!).
The afternoon that followed was spent thus: John worked from home to prepare for some gigantic push, and I gave in to a deep sleep that resembled food induced coma a bit too much. Funnily enough, John is still working as I type, but I am feeling hungry once again. Sue me. I thought that's exactly what pregnancy is for, anyways - so that a woman can for once eat, sleep, and eat again with no guilt whatsoever for a blissful few months.