Aidan came over today to help me finish mulching and to do some other odd jobs around the house as I wrap my punch-list up.
Afterwards, I treated him to Mexican. I ordered my meal, and a margarita, in Spanish and the waiter asked me if I was Italian. I told him ‘no’ but that I can speak Italian and have therefore learned to say a few things in Spanish as the languages are very similar. He said, “Oh, because you have an Italian accent!” Too funny! The Italians always praised me for how well I pronounced their language, I guess I will speak any foreign language with an Italian accent now!
Between the work, sun, and the margarita I am totally wiped out! It’s 9:00 and I am going to bed!
