In the past couple of years, my birthday has mostly evolved around me not remembering it.
This year it was a little different.
Oh don’t worry, The Feast of Gabriel will continue the rest of this week in cities across the US.
But the day of my actual birthday was just me getting fat.
Having a Mexican grandmother and mom has its perks. SO. Delicious.
My Grandma’s handmade tortillas should really win awards.
Although right now I feel so fat that I can barely move.
Also, Suck it Tfaith. Look what I can eat and you can’t.