Good luck getting out of the detention center!

Looks like his ramshackle taco truck carried some bits of white down from MN around the windows... or is that maybe cotton? They do grow a lot of cotton in MX.

Nuns, slaps on the wrist, and the expectations of my journaling peers should be enough to keep me in line.

I just texted Sister Mary Rosemand about your upcoming journal. She'll be reading it to make sure you keep using those Oxford commas. Or else, you can expect a hard slap across your wrist.

My fifth-grade teacher was a nun. She insisted on those final commas, though she never referred to them as being Oxford commas. I have used them ever since. Could a nun be wrong?

According to a bunch of M.I.T. mathematicians, the odds of such a thing are almost astronomical--something like one chance in a hundred.

Thank you for noticing that ancient coffee cup. Unbeknownst to me, G-2 stole that Incan vessel from Machu Picchu. I should have chastised him immediately, but that heavy cup sure did enhance the flavor of my favorite morning beverage.

I'm a big proponent of oxford commas, and will be utilizing them a lot in my journal, if I ever resume it.

Ha! Serves him right.

What are the odds that you'd run into G2 AND get struck by lightning?

You nailed it!

Your coffee cup is proof that you are in a third world country because they are the smart ones there to not have those single use plastic/styrofoam things. I am surprised that they do have what looks like nice bus shelters. That was at least some respite from the dastardly weather you are battling. Ride on you two.

Yeah, you could have ridden, but from experience, it is tough... and slow... Lots of foot planting along the way. I'm not so good at keeping to the middle of the rut.

I guess I can imagine that unbelieveable scene!

Um, the weather is a sore subject for me right now. You'll see why in the next post.