Today we went to Gunnies to grab some jeans for my brother, since Wranglers is the only company that makes jeans that fit Nate right now and the only place to get Wranglers is western supply stores. Right next to Gunnies was this French pastry shop and apparently my mom was in a treats mood since she was like, "Let's go in and get some pastries before we go home!"
Well, this was pretty much the greatest French pastry shop I've ever been to. It was run by a Mexican couple, and along with being a pastry shop, it was also an Italian restaurant. While talking to these Mexicans and wondering what French pastry to get, I leafed through the Italian restaurant menu and was like, "Yes, America, I love you~"
Also, the wife ran the sales and the husband just kind of sat in the back at one of the restaurant tables. When the wife had a question, she would talk into this mirror that was across the room from her in Spanish and I don't know if the guy could hear her or if he just read lips, but he would reply, also softly, and she would carefully watch the mirror and get her answer.
It was pretty much the greatest thing ever.
It also reminded me of this Brad Paisley song, which became the title of this blog. Listen~
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