So I get my legs over the edge of the hammock and stand up – it’s all I can do to keep from falling over I am so tightly wound in my comforter. I start sort of hopping as I am trying to disentangle, Tom, seeing this, gets up and slips on a pair of pants and answers the door; we have one of those little doors that you can open to reveal just a face. By then I am loose but not yet free, a few more Houdini like moves and I am out just as Tom walks past on his way back to bed and says “…its for you!”
I go to the door – it’s the newspaper delivery guy. I get the Diario de Yucatan delivered to my house Thursday through Monday. The only days I don’t get it are Tuesday and Wednesday.
The delivery guy explains to me about my delivery dates and then says its Wednesday well, miercoles! I shouldn’t be getting a paper.
So what happened was he had accidently slipped the paper under my door on the wrong day and wanted it back!
Tonight I’m a burrito…….just in case!