On the TV show front, we’re getting better. We have an official set now, which consists of two chairs, and a coffee table topped by a conch shell and a melon sized crystal rock. Honestly, I have seen better stuff at yard sales, but it’s a big improvement after the bar stools. Apparently while holding up a menu, containing a panoramic photo of the Puerto de Abrigo marina, I also forced the camera person to do a close up of my cleavage, thusly inflicting “the sisters” into the TVs and homes of the innocent Cozumel population.

I continue to say stupid things on live TV, as in last week’s sign off, after interviewing Rita from Albatros Charters, when I said:

“Thank you everyone for joining us, I’m Rita and this is Laura..” People have been calling me Rita all week, which, in case you don't know her, is not such a bad thing, she's a super funny person and makes a mean margarita..but still, identity crisis much?

And for all of you who are waiting to see the trainwreck on YouTube, you might have to wait a little longer…..we asked what we had to do to obtain copies and were told by the station people that their DVD burner had broken some 2 weeks ago, and hasn’t been fixed, so they haven’t been taping any of our shows, and to the best of my knowledge, no one else has bothered either. Frankly, that might be a blessing in disguise. Did I mention that Katie has agreed to learn salsa on next week’s live show?

The Fab-ster had a tamale-lady intervention last week. Don’t get me wrong, I love the tamale-lady, and admire her business dedication, however, we are a home of 2 adult humans, how many of those things can you expect us to snarf down weekly? She obviously saw a soft touch in the Fabster, and was coming by every other day, so we literally always had a multitude of tamales in the fridge, not conducive to dieting, since I have a pretty good idea of who much LARD goes into making them. I finally saw no other alternative but to intervene, when she expanded her services to include Chicken Mole as well, increasing her visits to daily. I felt really bad, as I peered through the window, watching Fabs explain to the tamale-lady that he only had “permission” to purchase her wares once a week, for about 5 minutes or so. Sorry tamale-lady.

Today has also been deemed “Repair everything that is broken day” here at our house. This means essentially we both sit down with our cell phones and “remind” (aka harass) every repair technician, mechanic, and fumigator what they have promised to fix.

Here’s the list in no particular order: the AC in the bedroom (it’s not cooling as efficiently as it should) the washing machine (discussed ad nauseum here last week) the auto-start button on the scooter, the windshield frame in the VW thing (decapitation anyone?) the white fly infestation in my pride-and-joy jasmine bushes, and lastly, the microwave (only half of the buttons now work).

Come to think of it, perhaps last week should be dubbed, “The week that everything broke”..