Life is weird. I got into an elevator this morning that smelled like tortilla chips, beer and cigarette smoke and was immediately transported back to Kansas City - Frankie D's mexican restaurant specifically. I used to go there with my parents all the time and, as soon as we walked in, Frankie would hand me a foil packet of freshly made flour tortillas with butter. It doesn't get much better than that when you are 6. Life is such a sensory experience, isn't it? What else is new besides mexican food flashbacks? Three things, actually.
1) I have my mother's hair today. Clearly, I need to get it cut as soon as possible. If I don't, I'll likely start washing down Velveeta with Budweiser and working in the garden. It's that gardening part that is most frightening.
2) I am driving to Iowa today and to drop Zeca off in Des Moines. Don't worry...it's a planned thing, not a Survivor: Preschool Edition kind of thing. My sister is meeting us there and keeping Zeca for the next week. I have the best sister in all the land and not just because is taking The Sassy One. But why settle for getting rid of one child when you can get rid of two? Miguel leaves for Camp Warren on Monday and will be gone for 12 days. That means we will be child-free for FIVE WHOLE DAYS. I am downright giddy. Don't get me wrong...I love my kids, I do. That said, Luisa and I haven't had time together without the kids in at least 6 years. It has been awhile and we are looking forward to a little freedom. If we miss them too much, we can always yell "YOU TOOK MY NAKAMURA LOCK!" at each other a hundred times without stopping and it will be life as usual.
3) I wrote a piece about my time in the Lesbian Avengers with added info from an interview I did with the current Avengers. It's posted on Autostraddle - thanks to Riese for her interest in the topic, her thought-provoking questions that gave the article more depth and for her wicked editing skills. Go read it!
That's all from here. Have a great weekend!