Saturday, December 1, 2007

hasta Mexico

Every morning, Amado wants me to get out of bed before I want to get out of bed. Every morning, I tell him that I cannot move until I get my 'beso and abrazo de buenos dias'.

A couple days ago, we went through this routine but I only got my abrazo, no beso.

"Hey, donde esta mi beso?" I asked.

"Esta afuera. Volando hasta Mexico" said Amado.

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