It sure was nice for hubby to suggest that we go out for a meal at our local (only) Mexican restaurant last night. It wasn't so nice to be awakened at 6:30 this morning by Juan Valdez stomping grapes (or is he the one who wacks the coffee beans?) in my intestines while I'm trying to get my beauty sleep. I was calling old Juan a few choice words this morning.
If I've got to be singing the blues over a man south of the border I'd prefer a Jose over a Juan I think.