Last night, we were in the midst of cooking up a fine meal of grilled pork chops, collards, beans and rice, when my mama called and mysteriously announced she was going to bring us a ton of food...

It was an understatement. A metric buttload would be more like it, or perhaps even a shit-ton(Oh Terra, how I miss you).

We are now overflowing with tamales, fajitas, salmon tacos, and burritos. Not to mention chips, salsa, guacamole and daffodil bouquets!

She'd just gotten back from a benefit for NOAH and they loaded her up with yummy leftovers on a truly grand scale.

So I declared it Nationalholymetricbuttloadofmexicanfood Day, and let Sam stay up late and watch 'The search for signs of intelligent life in the universe' with us.

Lily Tomlin. An amazing woman.

My favorite line:

"I refuse to be intimidated by reality."

Amen.

Now, how about another burrito?