Guess where I went today?
Sorry – couldn’t resist.
Yep, once again, I went back to my favorite little Mexican market to pick up some supplies for a fun project that I’m doing today (more on that tomorrow).
Because I’m all about accountability (but not accounting – hello, only class I ever dropped in college), I wanted to let you know that I did, indeed, drink my “co-cola” yesterday.
And that yummy bit of optic orange goodness was the pollo taco with some kind of chile sauce that I got from the scary salad bar that I’m sure wouldn’t pass the health inspection.
The store is different every time I’m there. This time they’d added a shoe shop.
‘Cuz nothin’ says “feed the family” like a pink pair of scooters in ostrich.
The funnest part of the day came at checkout when I was treated to being hit on by the checker. I probably should have been offended, but it’s been years since I’ve been called “guapa” or “mi amor” by a native Spanish speaker, and it slayed me because this man clearly had poor prospects if he was hitting on the “gringa” with very bad hair.
Still, it left me with a little spring in my step.
Feeling like a….
Have a nice day.