Maybe our homeboyz will miss us. Maybe mi Amor's heart will grow fonder while I'm away (for me, let's hope). They're going to miss us; it's a guarantee because who else is going to change the toilet paper?
P.S.--That black book pictured above might be the best New York guide ever written. It's entitled, Not For Tourists Guide to New York City.
P.P.S.--I've been collecting those toilet paper rolls for about two weeks. I'm going to turn them into music shakers, the kind you fill with pinto beans (heaven knows my food storage needs rotating). I'll make them for the nursery kids. Although, that could prove disastrous because they might bite right through them. Then I'd be responsible for creating a choking hazard--not good.
Someone in mi casa needs a lesson on how to use less toilet paper. My grandpa could get the job done using three squares. That's impressive.