It is a tex mex kind of day.
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It is a tex mex kind of day.
I took my 78 yo mom to the grocery store like I have been doing most Saturday AMs. This old fart in a Tar Heel cap started talking smack to my mom b/c she was wearing a Duke mask, and shirt and jacket. It was NOT good-natured, it was hostile, and he kept muttering on after we walked away. THAT is the kind of crap that I just cannot take.
He is lucky I did not have my boxing gloves with me.
What are those stages of grief???
we've got some passable Mexican food around here, but very few true Mexican people who make the best stuff...the Mexicans who are here spend all their time hiding from the not so nice Border Patrol as they work their very arduous dairy farm jobs. Bad situation all around. (sorry for the digression).