Long live Mexico for bringing us such wonderful things as enchiladas, tacos, fajitas, and burritos. Yes, tonight is Mexican night with Mrs. Sandra. Mom has been fretting something fierce about the logistics of the matter all afternoon. We have been playing what I call as phone tag.
“Let’s make this simple,” I finally told my mother. “I’ll will just pick you up in my car under the portico. That way you don’t have to drive over here.”
Mom was then fretting that Mrs. Sandra wouldn’t recognize my car. Le sigh X 2!