Or sometime back in June. Or possibly next week. At this point it's all a little fuzzy.
As I'm sure you've all heard, the Mayan calendar ran out of gas today. Most have dismissed these claims. None of those people, however, saw the destruction rained down on my property last night.
In memory of my losses, and as a means to put off cleaning them up until after the world was safe, the family and I decided to hold a Mayan Apocalypse party. We ate Doritos made tacos, invented the first ever Kiddie-Mayan-Rita and had hot cocoa for desert. It was practically pre-colonial Mexico at my house.
Or at least it seemed like it after the missus and I had a few Corona Lights.
|Not pictured: Authentic Mayan Doritos (tm).|