Here was my guy, putting up a sweet
little curio cabinet when the doorbell
rang. There stood a couple of buddies
straight out of yesteryear.
I couldn't believe it! And then, they
each handed us a container of home
made margs! Wow! Took my breath
away.
After hugs and greetings, we wended
our way to the table and sat in front
of the heater. All of a sudden, Fco.
says, "No vas a traer las margaritas?"
Well, even I don't usually 'marg it'
before noon.
The the story came out . . . They had
bought us a bottle of Tequila for x-mas
but, for some reason or other, hadn't
made it over. So, María told him, "Yo
hago las margas y se las llevamos."
And, that's exactly what they did!
Oh, it was so much fun . . . a surprise
visit, unexpected margas, and plenty
of tales told out of school. Funny, just
how life hands you the entertainment,
most unexpected, even if you're over
70.
Now, I rather expect some happenings
on a regular basis. Methinks a few of
my long-time friends might need to
help out the universe along with my
rather serious expectations!
Come on over . . . and remember,
I'm now used to margs in hand!!!
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