A trifecta of crazy.
It’s no secret that I am bat shit cray cray over my niece and nephew who reside in Iowa. While I’m certifiably nuts over the twins, my pussies (especially Ted), the Iowa Hawkeyes and Skinny Pirates, my teeny kinfolk (a snazzy word I’ve picked up since living in the South) are bananas over chips and salsa.
Chips and salsa for every meal please.
Princess B means fucking business.
While any old brand will typically do the trick when they get a hankering, there is one place that ranks highly in the hearts of the twins in regard to salsa.
Twins of a different sort and their mothership of salsa.
A love for all things about the Chili’s casual dining experience, the twins go banana pants when it comes to the food served.
A cheesehead stringing his snack out.
Of course the main dish is typically copious amounts of salsa.
Happy place.
Salsa and cheese.
The gifts that keep on giving.
Just recently, a new adoration was revealed after a family sing-a-long of one of Chili’s most famous commercial jingles. (I mean, what classy family in desperate need of toddler entertainment doesn’t dig advertisement songs out from the past to pass down from generation to generation?)
Not sure what I’m talking about? Well, please tune in to the two virtuoso versions below. Yes, my heart is bursting with pride over the renditions of “Chili’s Baby Back Ribs“.
Allow me to set the twins up.
Ahem….
I want my baby-back-baby-back-baby-back-baby-back.
I want my baby-back-baby-back-baby-back-baby-back.
Naturally, I’m waiting by the phone for the marketing department of Chili’s to call and offer Prince and Princess B contracts (of course I’ll be the auntager, giving Kris Jenner a run for her billions).
BARBECUE SAUCE!
CBXB
Cowboys and Crossbones 