UPDATE: in which I eat stale water crackers

I am trapped at my parents’ house, with no food, no car, and nobody to drink with (which would make everything all right).

John is off having a great time being interviewed (not for a job — for his frat) and doing exciting things. He looked so pretty in his suit when he left this morning, excited to be stopping at a bakery to pick up the traditional Miami breakfast on the go: cafe con leche and a pastelito.

AND IT DIDN’T REGISTER at the time that I was not going to be able to do the same.

No cafe con leche for me. No pastelito for me. It’s almost one o’clock and there is no sign of him. This is seriously impacting by joy quotient for the day. There is, however, the promise of a spectacular steak dinner. Later.

Right now, I am rummaging through the old folks’ pantry, feeling a little sad that they eat the kind of colossally boring stuff I am finding. Like Fat Free Genuine Jamaican Water Crackers.

I need a mojito.

where do we draw the line?

So I went to Borders this afternoon to buy a book. Just a cookbook. That’s all — one of those in and out trips. I knew what I wanted and went straight to the desired section and would have left immediately except for this epic weakness that I have.

I like journals.

It’s a little weird. I don’t necessarily buy them, or even use them. (Well, full disclosure, I do now, rather obsessively. The using, as in actually filling them up as opposed to just standing in front of them and coveting them). So naturally I went to look at the journals and selected a nice sturdy one that would take some abuse.  But I digress, this is not about journals. It’s about the display next to them.

There was this heinous fuchsia sparkly statue of Mary. Oh, and there was a silver one of Jesus. They are banks…with slots on their backs and rubber stoppers on the bottom.

It makes my soul cry a little. I mean, I like kitschy and fun as much as the next person, and I have been known to be a little irreverent. Maybe. Just a little.

But this? Too. Much.

little known fact…

Cuba had a fairly large Chinese population at the turn of the 20th century. The best Chinese take-out is Cuban-Chinese. No lie.

So this comes as no surprise…

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