Mas café, por favor.

My mom is back from Miami.

She spent the entire summer there and she has stories.

Lots of stories.

A plethora of stories. (I know. The acorn does not fall far from the tree. Shut up.)

So we've been talking.

Or should I say, she's been talking. And talking. And talking.

My job is to keep food and drink on the table in between stories.

My mom, like any good Cuban, tells a great story.

And because she's 95, she tends to repeat her stories at times. ;-)

I'm a little burned out on my-summer-with-Fernando-in-Miami stories.

But she's here for the entire weekend.

So now, it's Sunday morning and I have another full day of we-went-to-the-Palacio-de-Los-Jugos-a-few-times stories to look forward to today.

There's only one way to get through this. Happy Sunday, people! =D

H/T Mica. Thanks, amiga!