arroz con pollo

Stealing Rose Con Pollo’s Heart

Whenever she watched Fernando, Rose Con Pollo’s stomach spasmed with a jolt of love and her heart went pitty pat, pitty pat, pitty . . . pat . . . pat. . . pitty . . . because she was in love and because she needed a pacemaker — but mostly because she was in love.

Rose adored everything about Fernando. The way he could hold his breath for four and a half minutes at a time, the way he could dive so deep to the bottom of the sea; but mostly, she loved the way he looked at her when their eyes met through the green bubbly water of the glass-bottomed boat where Rose liked to sit and watch her beloved Fernando dive for pearls.

Fernando had stolen Rose Con Pollo’s heart, plain and simple.

Of course, there was no way Rose Con Pollo was going to leave her husband, Arroz, and run off with Fernando no matter how many pearls he found for her. Don’t make her laugh! No way! Not a snowball’s chance . . .

Well it’s re-run Friday again. And I know if you’re anything like me, you don’t like to head into the weekend not knowing whether or not your body has been taken over by an alien. So here are the signs:

You don’t get why you can’t order Panda at Panda Express.

You often sink into a depression over having just the one head.

Oh sure you’re a cat lover, but only because they drink their milk out of s a u c e r s .

While everybody else is drinking Margaritas, you’re drinking Margarita.

: “Wait . . where’s Margarita?”

When you introduce yourself to others, you feel compelled to add that you’re “just your typical human being.”

You can’t believe you went so long never realizing how superfluous pupils were.

When nobody’s looking you turn into a writhing platter of arroz con pollo.

: “DEAR GOD! IT”S ALIVE!”

You’re worried about how much longer you’ll get away with passing off the suction cup on forehead as a high-definition tattoo.

You’ve got your own way of describing the face on Mars: MOMMY!

And the number one way to tell if your body has been taken over by an alien?

Your blood sugar plummets if you go too long without eating a puppy.

: “Mmmmmmm . . . .PUPPY!”

Until next time . . . I love you

Just a quick note to all my Wonderful Blogging Buddies:

I just want to say that I have met the most wonderful people since I started blogging and thanks to all of you, my life has been greatly enriched! I love reading your blogs!

And:

I got tagged! I got awarded! I got milk! (Ok, I didn’t get milk!) And I want to thank you all! I am honored and touched (in the heart as well as in the head) that you have taken the time to nominate this blog. Your support inspires me greatly!

So thank you so much:

Until next time . . . I love you