There were no Goya products in Sanibel, so we bought some other brand of instant yellow rice in a little bag with a Flamenco dancer on the front. But we also bought a box of Spanish rice made by Uncle Ben or someone less Hispanic. (JetBlue had us waiting in the terminal for too long.) Needless to say, we brought a bag of yellow rice home with us.
After yelling at the computer for freezing in the middle of printing my wedding pictures, I didn't feel like making dinner. But, LV had made a big breakfast this morning (he forgot to take a picture), so... the least I could do was create some more dishes for him to wash.
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