So I was at my favorite Chinese restaurant the other day with my family when Mrs. Two Blonde Boys notices something high on the wall above us. It was La Cucharacha – a cockroach.
Quick ADD break… That reminds me of a song:
La Cucaracha, la Cucaracha
Ya no quiere caminar
Porque no tiene, porque le falta
Limonada que tomar.
La ya murio la cucaracha,
Ya la lleven a enterrar
Entre cuatro zopilotes
Y un raton de sacristan.
Which translated means..
The cockroach, the cockroach, no longer wants to go anywhere because he doesn’t have any lemonade to drink.
In time, the cockroach died and was buried by four buzzards and a church mouse.
And now you know.
Anyway back to the Chinese place.
Normally I am extremely freaked out by cockroaches (but that’s a story for another time…). So what do I do? I love this place. The service is outstanding (I won’t abide bad service). I am torn.
What would you do? What should I do? Give me your advice, dear readers!
On another note, here were our fortunes (and remember, to make it funny, end with “in bed;” to make it Jr. High, end it with, “in my butt”):
“You are never selfish with your advice or help.” (chuckling…)
“You will make many changes before settling down happily.” (laughing!)
“The question of life is ‘Why?’ The answer is ‘Why Not?'” (I just wet my pants!!!)