Mexico, Sweet Mexico
My folks just came back from a trip to Ciudad Juarez. Along with the marzipan candies and watermelons they always bring back, my mom found herself buying a huge wheel of
Mennonite cheese. A great deal, but as my dad lugged it around the marketplace, an old Mexican lady told my parents that U.S. Immigration only lets you bring five kilograms of cheese back into the states with you. Of course, she offered to keep some of their cheese with her so they could make a few trips. zePadre, sensing a ruse, told her they'd prefer to take their chances.
So here's my folks, smuggling 15 kilos of pure Queso Menonitas across the Mexican border.
Successfully, I should add. So now we got a ton of cheese in our fridge.
In other news, zeWife's mom is also in Mexico this week, searching probably in vain for a Mexican wrestler mask to buy for me. I know with
Nacho Libre and all I should be able to find one here at Walgreens or something, but I want authenticity. My sister's search for one this summer came up short.
I guess I should be happy with the new iPod and my
tattoo sleeves. I'm just greedy I guess.
