Braless in Wonderland (2008)
“First there was the Abuela problem. Last weekend we were finishing our usual Sunday dinner of DiSalvo’s pizza when Abuela came home from some funeral, sniffing and waving a lace hankie around. Maybe she really could have been an actress, because I happened to know she couldn’t stand the lady who died. And she kept going on and on about how she’s so much more golden than all the other golden girls who were there. “…Ana used to walk around like she was the last Coca-Cola in the desert, and look a...t her now, in a wheelchair, and she’s younger than me. I could salsa all night long, I could do a hundred jumping jacks (yumping yacks), cook a ten-course gourmet meal, sing an aria…” and blah-blapity-blah-blah. For someone who sat around in a recliner glued to the TV all day, she was really wasting all her talents. Anyway, none of us were paying attention until she said, “I met a nice man at the wake. A very nice man.”Dad snorted. “A man? At your age, Maria?”“What, you think I’m a dinosaur?”“Yeah, you’re a pterodactyl!MoreLess
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