My mom is back from Miami.
She spent the entire summer there and she has stories.
Lots of stories.
A plethora of stories. (I know. The acorn does not fall far from the tree. Shut up.)
So we've been talking.
Or should I say, she's been talking. And talking. And talking.
My job is to keep food and drink on the table in between stories.
My mom, like any good Cuban, tells a great story.
And because she's 95, she tends to repeat her stories at times. ;-)
I'm a little burned out on my-summer-with-Fernando-in-Miami stories.
But she's here for the entire weekend.
So now, it's Sunday morning and I have another full day of we-went-to-the-Palacio-de-Los-Jugos-a-few-times stories to look forward to today.
There's only one way to get through this. Happy Sunday, people! =D
H/T Mica. Thanks, amiga!