Friends of ours discovered the other day that there is an agent in town that can renew a tourist visa for another six months for just a hundred pesos. Brilliant. Problem solved. We may never have to return to the States. Or at least until my cravings for a Grilled Stuffed Burrito become too great.

That was all I could come up with. A Grilled Stuffed Burrito. People ask us all the time what we miss from back home and I can never come up with a good answer. Obviously our family. But aside from that? A Taco Bell Burrito is all I can think of. That’s messed up.

Our kids’ nap schedules didn’t jive at all today, meaning Ali spent the entire day indoors feeding and watching one child at a time. That is also messed up.

I went out at nine o’clock tonight to do five loads of laundry because there is no drop-off laundromat at this marina. Again. Messed up. What I determined from this little outing is that our kids wear entirely too many clothes. From now on I’m instituting a three wears rule. I don’t care how dirty and filthy it is, they have to wear it three times.

Ali vetoed my rule.