Yet More Spanish Trace!

Here's another installment of "Spanish Trace." Thanks for reading! Am sending Halloween prizes today so Jim of JR's Thumbprints, Indian extraordinaire, send your address!

"If you don't want the blinds, you'll have to figure it out yourself. And if you don't want the blinds, you'll have to figure it out yourself. And we insist on blinds. I can't stand to have some coat of many colors thing going on here." She ran a pink fingernail over a dusty venetian. "So do you want it or not?"

"Yes ma'am. When can I move?"

"Well, I guess I can get someone in here to clean. Two days? You want to pay now or pay later?" She shooed me out of the apartment and locked the door.

"Now," I said, thinking of all the times I'd chosen to pay later. "I'll pay right now."

So here we are in the paradise, and I'm hanging my Hank Williams Louisiana Hayride poster (a gift frommy first wife, loathed by my second), thinking that I have to get ready for work soon, and wondering how I got into this mess again. I swore if I remarried, it would be different, things wouldn't get fucked up so fast, we'd be older, wiser, and all the other things you tell yourself before your second marriage takes the detour that ends with other people.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"I may reinvent myself to strangers, but to my family, I'm still the one most likely to set the house on fire." David Sedaris

Cocktail Hour
Drinking snack suggestion: Better Made chips

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Sunday!