I had a conversation over the telephone this evening with my sister, La Hermana. It went from talking about giving gifts to receiving gifts to this:
La Hermana: I really need to win the lottery.
Me: Yeah, me too.
La Hermana: Then I could open a children’s bookstore…
Me: Oh, that would be cool.
La Hermana: …And you could open an adult bookstore.
Me: WHAT!?
Obviously, she meant one that carried books for readers with a stronger vocabulary and more diverse interests. You know like history books, sci-fi, literature and things like that. My book store would only have the classiest of the nudie books! Why do the conversations that I have with people always go wrong?



















