Monday, November 1, 2010

¡Ay, Caramba!

Sometimes things are so painfully obvious to everyone around you that you just have to step back and wonder how you missed certain things all through the years. Take for instance an observation by my daughter-in-law, Molly.






Molly is one of the joys of my life. Like my other daughters-in-law, I consider her nothing less than a true daughter of mine. Molly and I have known one another since she was twelve years old. She was and is our oldest daughter Rachel’s best friend. She is married to our oldest son Matthew and mother of two of our grandchildren. Molly is beautiful and bright and kind. Maybe this is one reason I was so shocked by her words as we sat having coffee one afternoon.



“I don’t know why, but lately, I feel like I’m in a Mexican prison.”



“Excuse me?”



Yeah, that’s what she said to me. A Mexican prison. Did I mention Molly and her family are staying with us right now? Did I mention she was obviously referring to staying here with us feeling like being in a Mexican prison? Did I mention I would have never allowed our son to marry her if I had known she had been in a Mexican prison at one time? I mean, obviously she must have been because how else would she know how it feels?

Ok, maybe she wasn’t actually ever in a Mexican prison. That we know of anyway. And maybe I spewed coffee out my nose when she made the comment because, well, it was kind of funny. But I still don’t understand how she could say such a thing.


My father raised me to show hospitality to people in a way that makes them feel comfortable when they are within our walls.





We raised our children to behave a step above the common criminal, Mexican or otherwise.





Even our animals know the score.




A Mexican prison, indeed.

17 comments:

Brian Miller said...

do you serve tacos? if so, prison might not be too bad...

J.J. in L.A. said...

Maybe she's upset that you're not putting salt on the margarita glasses? I would be.

Delirious said...

Maybe cut back on the refried beans?

Kristen said...

Hola, maybe she was cold and needed her Charquetta or she was out of mucho dinero, or she needed a siesta or had to much sangria. (I clearly have NEVER been in a Mexican Prison) I imagine it is better than a Garden Gnome one.

Matty said...

Maybe you should shower once and a while?

LOL

Dawn said...

LOLOL! So funny!

Vickie said...

Well, wasn't yesterday Day of the Dead? I'm not sure if that has anything to do with anything I just wanted to know if you knew? :)

TechnoBabe said...

I'm with Brian, taco prison would be pretty awesome. Molly is lovely, and the photo of Molly and your son is gorgeous.

Glen said...

O lay !! I'd feel like that if I had to go live with my own Mum for more than a week x

Unknown Mami said...

As long as she's not trapped in a Mexican donkey show.

Two Shades of Pink said...

Too funny.

Katie said...

There is NO WAY I can top Unknown Mami's comment. No way.
She said it best! So true. So true!

Mama Zen said...

Of all of the prisons I've been in, I found the Mexican prisons to be the nicest!

Sarah said...

She may not have your family's obsession for Mexican hats. Give her some time.

Sandra said...

I bet Molly is wishing she had never let the cat out of the bag that she had been in a Mexican prison :)
Gotta give her credit for being authentic!

Nancy C said...

As long as it's not a Turkish prison, it's okay.

I don't even know what that means, but the phrase "Turkish prison" seems funny to me.

Deborah said...

Huge smooches to you. I loved every one of your comments from the comment-a-thon. Seriously, love you.

I'm in love with your family.