Rebecca and I were in the family room just now when the doorbell rang insistently. We weren't expecting anybody of the insistent-ringing variety until at least 7:00, so we sat here conjecturing who it could possibly be and wondering whether it was safe to answer. Eventually Rebecca went to look and was greeted with the disappointing sight of our neighbor going back into his house with a box of food.
We postulate that the food was a goodwill gesture possibly related to the flashing neon lights and mariachi band (if it's not a live band, it's a pretty convincing sound system) in the back yard.
At any rate, I think there went our prospects for homemade tamales this season.
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