curiousLourdes, don't forget to pick up Eduardo.
Okay. I ask of thee, oh sender of spam: What are the chances that my name is going to be Lourdes? Granted it is often assumed that I am Mexican, the chances are still very slim. My name could just as easily be Lupe. Besides, you don't know any of this.
You then compound matters further by assuming that 1) I have a child, 2) I have named this fruit of my loins "Eduardo," 3) I have entrusted his care to some establishment that I must pick him up from, 4) I am too drunk off tequila to even remember to pick him up, and I need a reminder in electronic form.
How dare you make such sweeping generalizations about my life?
