Messy Chili

I was sweeping the kitchen and all while Ephraim made a sort of chili for lunch. We really like burritos, so we took our tortillas and started filling them up.
On the first one I tried to eat it like a taco.
Ephraim looked up from his perfectly-wrapped burrito with not a single drop in his bowl and said,
"What are you doing?"
"Trying to decide which end it's going to drip from."
You see, though I held it over my bowl, both ends were leaking outside of it.
So, next one I did like a burrito, and it still dripped. By this time, I was reminding myself of someone.
Well, on the third and final burrito, I got Ephraim to wrap it with his allegedly "no-fail" method. And now came the final disturbing realization--I had warped space and switched places with Zuriel. For only Zuriel could get the insides to spill out from the No Fail Method.
Amidst jokes about how I had become my sister, or she had reached across space in her all-defeating spilling ability to make my burrito wrap malfunction, I cleaned up the fallen beans and tomato sauce from all over the floor.
Or, maybe Ephraim's just really good at eating burritos with drippy stuff inside.

Here's something I wrote about tree climbing awhile ago.
"You know, part of the reason I'm writing this is because, right now, I don't have any trees to climb. That is a very sad state to be in—and if you are in that state right now, and don't think it's too sad, well that's why you rolled out of the wrong side of the bed this morning. If you actually did not get out on the wrong side of the bed, then, well, you actually did, you just don't know it. Don't try to argue with me."
Hm, people, this person may have been irrational, but she was right. I keep seeing buildings and thinking, "Oh, that right there! Why does nobody try it?" It would be so easy to scale any of the structures here, with but a thought as to where you start. I guess they don't climb because of our laws. We are too strict. Or maybe, we are too disrespectful of each other and the boundaries must be set so firmly that they inhibit our creativity.

The End.