A Brief Convo at Bob Evans

After our enormous breakfast during our glorious snow day yesterday:

Peppy hostess girl behind the register, to Brandon: "Hey, I remember you! I used to call you Abraham Lincoln."

Brandon: awkward chuckling...

Girl: "Do you have a kid yet?" (glances from him to me)

Me: emphatic head shaking, more awkward laughter

Girl: "Yeah, the cooks are all, 'Hey, Abe's here with his wife,' and I thought you might have brought your baby, and I had to come check it out."

Primer Impacto!

I've taken up a new (and annoying) hobby - watching the Spanish language TV channel, "Univision." You know the one - on basic cable, all hidden away at number 98 or something.
Right before I've been falling asleep I'll turn it on and watch the ladies behind the news desk chatter away about violencia in Tijuana, commericials for the Pasiones, and the dudes who try to be all Anderson Cooper covering the Obama-Clinton showdown. I understand maybe .5 percent of what they're saying, yet I'll stare blankly, listening to the rolling "r's" for a rrrrridiculously long time. It's actually become a fun new game - how long will Brandon sit there while I watch the espanol before he goes crazy...