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Monday, November 28, 2005

One Juan, Two Juans....

I just came home to the very welcome site of two rather large trucks in my driveway and several Mexicans on my roof. I spoke to the one nearest the ledge to let him know that if they needed anything I was home and to just knock on the door. He looked a tad confused. I am not sure what the protocol is for the gringa speaking to the roofers but apparently I just breached it. Damn my Democratic ideals - it just confuses the fuck out of everything.

*UPDATE* I think all confusion has been averted. I just walked outside to get my mail in slippers eating left over mac n cheese right out of the tupperware. I swear I overheard "Damn, she walks out the house like that??? She can't be too damn uppity." All in Spanish of course. And yes, I know the word for uppity in Spanish. It's "Paris Hilton."

Elizabeth at 1:31 PM

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at 4:56 PM Blogger Tammy said...

Holy shit that's funny!

 
at 6:13 PM Blogger Sometimes Saintly Nick said...

I am so happy you were able to demonstrate a bit of social equality to the roofers!

 
at 6:21 PM Blogger The Recovering Straight Girl said...

I'm sure you looked hot in your slippers:)

 
at 6:40 PM Blogger Random and Odd said...

*roaring laughter*

 
at 8:28 PM Anonymous lawbrat said...

That is great SFG! If they knew you, they would know your not uppity at all, and actually very fun. Good job.

 
at 10:52 PM Blogger Kami said...

No, they were saying how hot you are. That's what happens around here, no matter what I'm wearing!

 
at 12:31 AM Blogger Football Widow said...

LMAO!

 
at 7:42 AM Blogger Danielle said...

hhahahhaha lol

 
at 11:46 AM Anonymous Amanda B. said...

You crack me up!

 
at 12:36 PM Blogger Tara B! said...

There ain't nothing wrong with walking outside eating an American classic donning slippers...

You tell your roofers to...

well...never mind. They're putting a new roof on your house. Don't tell them anything. I learned that lesson the hard way: if you quiz the cable guy about every damn thing he does he WILL, in fact, drill a hole in the SIDE of your house and let a black cord fall freely from it because he's irritated with you.

Nuf said.

 
at 12:44 PM Blogger Kelly said...

I love it when people speak Spanish thinking I can't understand them! Too bad I can only understand them, and can't speak a lick of it!

 
at 1:14 PM Blogger schmims said...

I layed out my fence line this past weekend in my slippers and pj pants. And my mom helped in her pjs.

 
at 9:09 PM Blogger MsPerdie said...

Too funny.

 
at 7:44 PM Blogger Annejelynn said...

LLLLLLLLLOL

 

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