Shut up. It kind of rhymes. And it’s like 4 am or something crazy. And I haven’t slept much since Thursday. You see, I fall asleep just fine. Then, inevitably, at some point in the perfectly good for getting rested up wee hours of the morning, I dream of L’s face under the water. And then the wee hours become good for nothing but listening to my silent house. I’m tired. Deal with the Iguana Anyona. . . just deal!
Because let’s face it, nothing says Mexico like a big hat and a lizard.