On Saturday there is food in my house with my in-laws, my brothers and fabulous Wonder Twins. So the invitation was courtesy of my sister, the Red Crayola, to meet together at home for the day.
to me was very happy, because the political family of my sister and family, "not policy" Pelon, is all my Quereres. At the Wonder Twins
we saw a few days after birth and do not see them again. Therefore the meeting was timely made me sick because otherwise the next time we meet will be graduating from college.
So we prepare for the meeting was to occur today and managed some catering options for the occasion. As of Wednesday this week, we agreed that the "Piatti Forte" (as the Italians say) would be delicious Carnitas Michoacán style, which certainly have nothing to do with Italy. Insuplantables developed by the hands of my dad.
The sharp Crayola decided after the Carnitas were not adequate. In long-awaited reunion with family policy How could we gave Michoacan style carnitas? Surely all attendees are going to shoot us uric acid and give us fuertes throes of cholesterol, instantly killing the audience and leaving the Wonder Twins in a helpless orphan, until someone take pity on them. We must recognize that the argument was dramatic as indebatible.
So my sister golden eared now, after a great deal of heady reflection, decided that the menu should be replaced by a healthy barbecue. Which is also responsible for killing the audience but a little slower. Giving time to the Wonder Twins learn a trade and develop fully before running out of family, to avoid becoming part of the vast row of children in the DIF cocoons.
Glory to God in the heights by the cunning of the Crayola!
Then everything went to hell and the family of hairless, had to cancel their attendance for the sad news beyond their control.
But as we were dressed and rowdy my sister told me by phone:
Hello. Hi How are you? Okay. Hey where wave? What's with that flesh? Well, with tonight's dinner. What was not food? No, and not food, it is now dinner. Well I guess we will have dinner right? Yes, but what's for dinner? What do you mean we're going to dinner Crayolita? Did not you tax your exotic menu for a roast? It's because I decided I better not. And that because life daughter? Because we are going to eat next week when we meet now, if the family of Old Baldy. We Monterrey delicacy, we can eat steak every day of our lives and deprive the rest of the food. Well I will not buy meat this weekend and next. It seems a very nasty attitude on your part. How do you like best burgers coal? How do you like best about Michoacan style carnitas? Do not be a clown ... You want burgers coal or not?
I almost do not really answer that I fancied its damned burgers, but I think the average age have become more cautious and conciliatory. A carbon
burgers are fine. - Answered. Great! What joy! See you at six. What do you at six? What was not dinner? Yes, but we said that at six. Who said? I told your wife that we were at six. I turned to see the General replied with a look of "I have no idea of \u200b\u200banything" and I said: "We arrived at eight? Why the eight? Alas!
I get to the time you want sister, eat what you give me and I return to my house so little calm as ever. So here we are and bring snacks. Invites Rabbits Fat Cattle and the Reformed. Heil Hitler!
Sometimes I wonder why my parents might not bought me a dog instead of having the brilliant idea to make me pay my troubles with the daughter of the SS.
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