hotter than the milk lady

Honduras 6 celebrated their one year anniversary in country by having a Las Vegas casino themed party. Since some of us from Hondu 7 are friendly with them, we were invited to the party..but I was also there to help my friends Crystal and Simon with a baseball tryout, which wasn't really me helping but rather them helping me. How can I have a baseball team and not know how to throw a ball? I can explain what a fielder's choice is and why the Cubs haven't won a World Series in almost a century, but the little things? I'm a lost cause.

The party was held in a really sweet boarding house that was rented out for the night. It was a chill party with some Texas Hold'Em and watching the Heat beat the Pistons. Some people had a little too much mango beer and when I was helping Simon walk a friend of ours back, they jumped on my back and said that I was hotter than the milk lady...whatever that means.

But it was a quick visit because I needed to get back to San Ramon. The kids and town have been missing me. Kids wrote in chalk on my house that they miss me and I ran into Juvini who thought that I was mad at the colegio and went mojada to the US. I just told him that I was traveling and added 5 mini kisses to prove to him that I couldn't leave.

Mini kisses as in those fake kisses hello, of course because like all the good ones, he naturally has a girlfriend.

I should tell him that I'm hotter than the milk lady, then maybe he'll marry me...