The Mexican Lover is the saddest Mexican Lover ever. Tarzan and I have packed up are bags and we are headed out. It should be that smooth. The apartment is furnished, and I mean furnished. It if came with books in English. So the Mexican Lover isn’t making things difficult, but he isn’t helping out very much. He bought me two fans, a DVD player so he knows that I am really going, but he is looking for every reason in the book for Tarzan and I stay a little bit longer, and I am a sucker and Tarzan and I will be here with The Mexican Lover until Monday. Then I am going to put my foot down, and take my rugrat and move a whole whopping 5 minutes away. Where I am sure The Mexican Lover will show up on a day-to-day bases to sleep, eat, watch TV, and just hangout with me. Ugh what is a girl suppose to do?
