Housekeeping

Tomorrow we are bribing some of our friends with cerveza y pollo to come over and help us cut down some trees in our backyard. The Rev. is already outside thumping his chest and using a chainsaw to begin some preliminary work. I am in charge of cleaning the house and preparing the other items needed for the meal, namely sangria y margaritas. Who knew learning Spanish could be this easy?

I hate housekeeping, so I used the excuse that I had to go to the grocery store and run a few errands to put off the inevitable hours of dusting, vacuuming, and straightening. I worked up an appetite and resisted the temptation to stop at our favorite hole in the wall to get a breakfast burrito. Instead, I came home and re-heated some menudo and added some fresh onion, cilantro, and chile peppers. Of course, I made it too hot and I was forced to get a beer to quench the burn. If we were still living in the South, I would not normally drink an alcoholic beverage (save for a Bloody Mary) before noon, but because we live in California, we must do as the Californians do.

I don't think anyone will notice the dust in the corners, I'll just pour them another margarita.