In Tio Humberto's case, however, I was lucky enough to be entertained by his lectures on "the situation." I was never a captive audience, although I can appreciate that it looked that way. A simple question usually resulted in an extemporaneous analysis. Call me weird, but I enjoyed hearing from the vast storehouse of his knowledge and personal assessment of all things Cuban. May he rest in peace.
So I finally got my W-2 and the sad and pathetic information that it carries. Really, I think it's time for a new American Revolution to get rid of the tax code. I vote we throw Chai tea into Biscayne Bay. Who the hell drinks Chai tea anyway? It tastes like potpourri.
Vicky is not only driving, but has a car thanks to my parents' generosity (and my mother's desire to have a snazzy new Camry). Thanks Mom. No, really, I mean it. Thanks.
I hear Chai tea is really good for the nerves.
The weather outside is frightful...oops, wrong season. We've settled into the typical winter weather around here. Cold. Wet. Windy. The big bonus has been a couple of sunny days, but that doesn't last. May is so far away.