So, as many of you know, we are taking on this great new adventure in our lives. LG is starting his own law practice. I guess the shoe string budget will stay in place for a while. I finally convinced LG to quit working as a clerk and start helping me find a commercial location for lease.
This morning, after getting the kids off to school, we were waiting for Bella to get up (she likes to sleep like her mom) and for Brayden to get up from his nap. We snuck back to bed for a good nap. (really, just a nap) We laid there and talked about all the life decisions that seem to be put on the back burner repeatedly.
I, at one point, wanted to give LG the chance to truly celebrate his first day as a self-employed man. I said, “So, it’s your first day not working for the man, you’re finally free, what do you want to do?” I thought he may say, “let’s take those two minutes.” (if you know what I mean)
I guess that extra hour of sleep and his skipped breakfast had gotten to his head and stomach. Without one second for a thought, he replied, “Let’s celebrate Siesta de Mayo and go to Taco Bell for lunch.” I don’t think we will have any problem with the man’s newly acquired “white collar” career going to his head, will we?
And, celebrate, we did. We ate out for a whoppin’ ten bucks today. Where? Taco Bell of course. We couldn’t let Siesta de Mayo go by unnoticed, could we?
P.S. I just realized that LG was using the wrong Spanish word for six….Six is not siesta (which means nap and may fit in the story in a round about way since we were lying in bed) but six is seis. LG’s bad Spanish is even funnier if you’ve read this previous post keeping in mind that LG is a TN Native. And I am laughing even harder that it took me a whole 12 hours, writing out a blog post, and reading someone’s comment about “seis de mayo” to realize what LG really meant this morning when he misused siesta in place of seis.