The other night my sis and Matt and I were hankerin' for some Mexican food....we had it bad. So bad that it was 10 at night and we were like, "We can totally still find one that's open!" and so we went to fulfill our need for cheesy goodness and lard filled beans. Finally we found one that was open 24 hours....which is really strange....now that I think of it. NEVERTHELESS!! We needed some Mexican food! So we went and ate until our heart was content. While I'm face down focused solely on the glory of my plate I noticed that Matt had been gone for quite a while. So I look around, and the boy is nowhere to be seen.But then out of the corner of my eye, in the very back of the restaurant I saw two shoes facing the candy machine, you know the ones that if you give them a quarter they'll give you two stale peanut M&M's, yeah those ones. So I meander over there as if we met by chance and I see that he is eyeballing some tattoos, he so entranced by the tattoo's that he doesn't even see me coming up to him. I say, "Hey whatcha lookin' at." To which he startles and then looks up at me, pointing to a tattoo with three saucy women in sombreros and bikinis and says, "I NEED IT SWEETIE!" Well of course I was game! So that tattoo we got, and Matt promptly gave himself a tramp stamp of three sombrero'd ladies and proudly named them "The Morales Girls" and proclaimed, "Now your sisters will always be with me!!". I've gotta give him credit, he keeps it real ya know, Real spicy, just like my chicken and cheese enchilada. The end.