Money habla-s

This morning, Luis dropped off the special holiday notecards for our super and handyman. I asked him to do this for two reasons: it's more convenient for him en route to work, and he can speak America's second language, further placing us in the good-people-who-we-won't-kick-out-because-of-their-darling-but-verboten-kitties category.

As it turns out, my manipulation is working splendidly. There were big smiles involved, accompanied by the tidy exchange of money for services rendered (and temporary blindness), totalmente en español. Now, all we have to do is ask them nicely to fix some things, and act natural about Fosse and Conan when they show up. Cats? What cats?