'Upon my death, you will be contacted by my lawyers, who will inform you of where the money is..."
My God, we have performed intimate acts, bonded genetic material, and created human life with these people and this is what they say, let me repeat, we have created human life and we can't know where the (money) is? (or whatever).
'Have you been snooping around my stuff? This is none of your concern. Can you close the bathroom door?' Again, we have created human life with these people and this is what we get?
All these things have been spoken, interpreted, analyzed on the 'Cinta Costera'. And of course, the Cinta Costera is merely a metaphor for our survival as women sharing, talking, crying, supporting each other so we can "survive to cook another day" in the immortal words of Alton Brown.
Before I go on, read the warning label.
DO NOT GO TO AN EXTENDED ANTHONY ROBBINS CONFERENCE or you will start writing books called The Art of Green Tea, Rollerskates and the Foo Man Choo.
Best, got to run...
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What choice did I really have? He said, "Upon my death!"
ReplyDeleteWill that defense hold up in court? :)
I can't wait until the next post:)
ReplyDeleteThings I have learned in Panama:
ReplyDelete1. Never use your turn signal!
2. Never get a blower before a Chiva.
3. What a blower is.
4. Junk in my trunk is hot. :)
5. Only gringos wear shorts.
6. I am the only person in the country that shows up on time. (OK early, I blame OCD)
7. Girlfriends are absolutely priceless!