Otra cosa: el hijo de mi señora, Oscar, es de super-mal humor. I asked my señora where I could catch the bus into the country, she wasn't sure, so she asked Oscar. He snapped at her, as he invariably does, for unknown reasons (though I have a hunch this may have something to do with his being an antisocial douchebag. This may also have something to do with his being named "Oscar.") And now they're exchanging loud, hot words, which I'm sure my esteemed readers can see (notes: that direct adress to the reader I did right there--straight from the preface of/introduction to Don Quixote. Call me Cervantes) puts me in a very comfortable situation. Right.
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Now lunch is over and I'm headed out to the bus station and then to the campo to hang out with Mr. Ed(uardo) and Henry the Horse (who dances the waltz). I haven't ridden a horse since I was a little kid (and friends, I'm SO past that stage now), so this should be pretty exciting.
I saw this thing on my friend Sarah's computer today and asked her to send it to me. I hope nobody is feeling the need for this drug, but in the event that you do, here it is. Not recommended for parents of young children:
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