8:30am – One Mexican comes out of the bedroom in her fleece PJs (under which are long johns) and her Hello Kitty, bright pink slippers.
“Buenos dias. Can I shower?” she says, like every morning. “Yep.” we say, like every morning. She shuffles her way into the bathroom.
8:35am – The second Mexican begins blaring music in the bedroom.
AND IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII WILL ALLLWAYS LOVE YOUUUU!!!
… Mornings are not my thing. Adding power ballads make mornings some kind of demon world …