Until last week, I had never heard of Mrs. Wages. And suddenly, she has taken over my world. She makes my sun shine brighter, my grass a little greener, and my steps a little springier.
Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen, with the help of Mrs. Wages, I took these
And turned them into this:
If you recall, Mrs. Wages came to my assistance with these:
What? You don't remember Mrs. Wages helping with these?!?!?! What the!
Mrs. Wages was key to my making those!
Right. NOW you remember....
Well, this week I found her again. Sitting right on the top shelf of the spice aisle in Wal-Mart.
And I said to myself (imagine the Windows 7 commercial, with a beautiful red head standing in the spice aisle tapping her beautifully manicured finger to her chin), "I do still have a tomato and at least one jalapeno left on my counter." (Now imagine the angels singing and the heavenly ray of light. No seriously, that's what it was like!) And with that, I stashed her in my cart and ran home to allow her handiwork to begin.
Now, admittedly, I only got 3 jars out of her this time, but Peeps, I made SALSA!