Happy Monday

What's so good about it? - she says!

I miss my folks - a lot....but I won't whine or beg. They haven;t even been gone 24 hours.(Give me a few hours, wink, wink)

Tonight, alone, I ate the food my Daddy left and I think I might go back for more. People wonder why I weighed so much. My Daddy cooks like a chef.

I think there is a better way to explain how good his food really is...

Last night we went to the home of Merrygosorry (The odd shaped headed guy I refer to as my brother). He is married to SassyPants (Who is looking quite hott recently after dropping...)
my niece and nephew - Cutie Pie A and B.

Sassy is a Cuban American girl and lives deeps within the roots of what I grew up with to believe was a very strong Cuban family. Mommacita and Pappacito (I have to remember the masculine verbage).

Well, past all these thing is one strong common theme.....Cuban! So - Cubans have a certain fare. There is a certain way to cook their rice and to make their pork and so on. Growing up in Hia-Cuba (It's a real place - I swear) I loved visiting my friends homes and literally sitting down in the kitchen for free tastes. As the food was cooked all day for the family members that would be stopping in at all hours.

They liked their women with ass - shame...mine only went right to the belly as I really have no ass to speak of.

Back to the story, my Father, actually made a very Spanish dish. Arroz con Pollo. For the Gringas (Americans) Chicken and Rice. One plate, two plates, they kept coming....I ate some tonight - topped with an Italian Sausage from the night before (I'm confused and hungry).

Daddy come back and bring Nee Nee back with you!!!!

Happy Monday?

Bah Humbug!