House of Dioxin

So, la Migra showed up in the parking lot at work the other day. Well, it's an industrial park complex so there's plenty other businesses in that space. And the car was parked facing away from our building but looking straight down the hill at one of the other warehouses. Altho, to be fair, they could have been observing our entrances thru their rearview mirror. That's seems a bit Jason Bourne for the average INS official, but what do I know...
Not all that interesting, I'll grant you but not much else has happened this week. Oh, I should mention that we had dinner Sunday at Azteca Grill w/ Ms. Pants and Sta Salsera. A fine time was had by all. I consumed too many glasses of horchata and was kind of sugar buzzy for the rest o' the evening. Altho the carne asada tacos were good (and crammed full o' meat), I've come to the conclusion that I prefer the food at Lopez. Azteca wins on atmosphere of ambiance points, tho, what with the serenading guitarist, the futbol on the big screen and tables of guys sharing growlers of Corona. A fine night out indeed.
Also, this just in: il pleut!