It all started some three years ago when my then soon to become wife and I were on a shopping date at Walmart!
I know, a shopping date at Walmart, pretty damn romantic right? Well, she was in need of some toilet paper, and we were still breaking me in to her young teenage daughter.
We were a new couple, and Walmart date night ranked right up ther with Home Depot and Saturday morning garage sales…, which we still do by the way.
She was, and still is a pretty bossy Hispanic woman. I don’t mean a Hispanic-American born in New York or Texas or Southern California, to a Bi-racial, multi-ethnic family either. And no she didn’t use a coyote to get here either. She was born to Hispanic parents in Costa Rica, moved to Panama after her mother’s tragic death when she was a teenager, and later came to the States and became a citizen the old-fashioned way… she studied hard and passed the exam!
