I had no choice since it's summer here in Beeland and I prefer not to have flies following me as I go about my day.
I mean, what could the harm be?? Some nut job injected Rogaine and my pits will just have to be shaved more often? Trust me when I say I'm doing a service to mankind by trying to maintain my stink level at a bare minimum.
On a non icky note, my momma arrived well and I think she's happy to be back...
She told me the following story driving home from the airport (I tried to get her to start a blog, her response "Blowg?? Tas loca!") which tickled my funny bone.
Her sister is applying for a liquor license so she could sell beer in her store. If you think permits are all about who you know here in the states, in Mexico, it's all about how much money you're willing to bribe people with.
After being sent from here to there, they were at the final step and were just waiting for some attorney to call my aunt's name so he could *review* her paperwork.
I finally couldn't take it! I told her I was too nervous so I was going to wait outside and pray.
Uh, ::snickering:: you told her you were going to pray she got a permit to sell liquor?? What's next? You're gonna ask God to make the neighbors raging alcoholics??
And that ladies and gentleman, started our first argument in 3 months after only 5 minutes* in the car. SCORE! ;o)
*A new record for yours truly.