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So I managed to convince the boy to watch an episode of Game of Thrones. I'm not quite sure but I think he's already finished the first series? After like two days, lol. this morning he texted saying 'good morning khaleesi'. Am ridiculously proud.
I'll make a nerd out of him yet. *wipes single tear*
Anyway, I went to the tiny town my grandad comes from with my parents for the holy days. I usually don't go anywhere near my grandparents around Good Friday because it means going to church a bazillion times and not eating meat and all that blah stuff, but we lucked out and we weren't made to go to mass at all! SCORE. And I got to eat LOTS (and lots and lots, ugh) and I got to laugh a bit at the low-rent via crucis they put up, in which the romans had hard hats painted gold and all that marked Mary Magdalene was a giant pair of hoop earrings.
Also, there was a story in yesterday's paper titled: JESUS OF NAZARETH GETS STABBED IN ZAPOPAN. In one of those fortitous events that are strangely hilarious, a dude called Jesús de Nazaret (I KNOW RITE) got lightly stabbed by his wife on holy Thursday. It wasn't serious, but, I mean. What are the chances, right?
On the way to said tiny town with questionable easter parades (including KKK-like hoods during the march of silence, Spain-style), a van in front of us dropped some giant cushions in the motorway and one of them exploded under our car and cloth and foam or cotton or whatever the hell they put inside coated every single bit of the insides, so we had to get a tow back home today. Almost three hours with the arm rest digging into my side, as we all had to forcibly fit inside the tow cabin. ugh.
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I'll make a nerd out of him yet. *wipes single tear*
Anyway, I went to the tiny town my grandad comes from with my parents for the holy days. I usually don't go anywhere near my grandparents around Good Friday because it means going to church a bazillion times and not eating meat and all that blah stuff, but we lucked out and we weren't made to go to mass at all! SCORE. And I got to eat LOTS (and lots and lots, ugh) and I got to laugh a bit at the low-rent via crucis they put up, in which the romans had hard hats painted gold and all that marked Mary Magdalene was a giant pair of hoop earrings.
Also, there was a story in yesterday's paper titled: JESUS OF NAZARETH GETS STABBED IN ZAPOPAN. In one of those fortitous events that are strangely hilarious, a dude called Jesús de Nazaret (I KNOW RITE) got lightly stabbed by his wife on holy Thursday. It wasn't serious, but, I mean. What are the chances, right?
On the way to said tiny town with questionable easter parades (including KKK-like hoods during the march of silence, Spain-style), a van in front of us dropped some giant cushions in the motorway and one of them exploded under our car and cloth and foam or cotton or whatever the hell they put inside coated every single bit of the insides, so we had to get a tow back home today. Almost three hours with the arm rest digging into my side, as we all had to forcibly fit inside the tow cabin. ugh.
Also in DW! http://nekare.dreamwidth.org/579020.html.
comments.