Was just discussing this with co-worker - I'm not allowed to go to Knotts Scary Farm (Halloweened out amusement park here in Oct) or similar Halloween scare the beejezus out of you places. My fight or flight instinct is set to fight so if something jumps out at me I punch it in the face then kick it in the balls then call its mother names.
Potty Training Day 4: No wet pants again. Now she's telling me when she has to go rather than me asking her if she needs to. She can now also get herself depantsed and on the potty all by herself :oD (Even if I wanted to help, I'm not allowed!)
I don't know that much about Mexican food, but it occurred to me today to cook my leftover chorizo into the black beans (from a can) that I was cooking with a little diced onion. Worked out great, so then this evening I made a sofrito (sliced onions, diced garlic, and diced sweet pepper) to go with the leftovers of that.