Last week the BIL and his family were out of town from the fourth until yesterday around noon. While they were gone, the weather conspired to overwhelm me by making the BIL's lawn and mine grow at ridiculous rates. It was as though someone replaced our bermuda with kudzu or something.

So Saturday morning, I got up and mowed both yards. No big deal really. It was hotter than the devil's ballbag, but I got both done in time to shower before 1Doh's soccer game and we got there with a few seconds to spare.

Sunday morning, GBD and I discussed dinner options, and none of them included staying home and cooking. We decided that Mexican at Mazatlan was the way to go. When Sunday afternoon rolled around and we were all sitting around enjoying some cold beers and the World Cup finale, UnkTodd said he wanted to take us out to Mexican as thanks for the yard and tending to their dogs, which was no work at all either.

We agreed and I boldly stated that I didn't have to check with the wife (since I already had sort of done so) and that we were on for Mexican.

We went, had a great time, and for the first time in recorded history, I didn't get the number eleven. I needed some change in my life, so instead of cheating on my wife or quitting my job, I ordered the 32 oz. beer and the number twenty nine, cuz that's how I roll.

After I was basically done with dinner and was picking at 1Doh's plate, I was holding 2Doh as well. And as 7.5 month olds are wont to do, she started arching her back and throwing her head backwards.

But I wasn't ready, as my left hand was full of chips and cheese dip, and she went straight back and landed smack in the middle of my plate. Which contained most of a meal's worth of enchilada sauce. The back of her head looked like the last part of the Zapruder film as the car's racing away.

Everyone stared at me in horror and I replied "What? She missed the two forks, didn't she? It's just a little sauce."

The continued staring, so I did the only thing I could think to do.

I licked the back of her little head clean.

And do you know the best part? I always say that I love the smell of a baby's head. Now, I have ingrained in my memory the smell of a baby's head covered in delicious enchilada sauce.

YUMMY!