Technically, I'm not sure if we're Spanish or Mexican, two very different nationalities, but we are so far removed I just say I'm Mexican. Part Mexican. Small part. But I digress.
I received this notice in my email:
I love plans. I love order. I love direction. This was a welcomed email.
We did have hot dogs on the grill and we did go to Hattie's for that frosty beverage that turned into four frosty beverages for a certain husband who will remain nameless.
I can't say for sure if it was the orange soda talking or if it was Corey being Corey, but this conversation did actually happen:
"Yay, it's Cinco de Mayo!"
"Hey, my birthday falls on Cinco de Mayo!"
"Uh....your birthday is the 10th."
"I know, isn't Cinco de Mayo a week long thing?"
"Cinco de Mayo means May 5th. That's today."
"OHHhhh, I thought it was this whole week."
He then felt very embarrassed and told me not to tell anyone.
"But you know I have to put this in the blog, right?"
Don't be fooled. He loves the attention.