I'm sick. Trying to get the last minute stuff done for the party and rest at the same time.
The "puncha llantas" is at it again, putting holes in tires of cars who park in front of her house. This time, however, she did it to a car whose owner is friends of the mayor. He had already had his tires popped there before, so he saw that it happens only in front of the same house. He was taking photos and said he is going to talk to the mayor.
Praying for tomorrow and that we are a big blessing to many women at our Mother's Day Party.
Samuel is still puking.
Don Juan called this morning to see how Ana is doing and told me that many people at the church ask for me and miss me. I think of all the adults at the church, I miss him most.
