Spanish Friday

English translation below

Si leen mi blog, saben que me encanta la novela "Teresa."   Todas las noches la miro. 
Muchas veces he tratado convencer a mi esposo ver la novela conmigo.  El no le gusta novelas.

Usualmente El Mexicano regresa en los fines de semanas de sus viajes.  Cuando regresa siempre tengo un monton de noticias. 


El otro dia llego de trabajar y pronto cuando abrio la puerta empece hablar de las situaciones aqui. 
Le conte de nuestro hijo, cosas de mi trabajo, y....   a "Teresa" le dieron un balaso.  

 Me contesto, "QUE!  Ella esta bien?"  
 Yo,  "Si, esta viva pero esta en el hospital en coma.  No puede moverse."
 Mi esposo, "en que hospital esta? Se encuentra bien?"
 Yo,  "No se cual hospital, esta donde ella vive.  Los doctores estan esperando que se levante de  coma."
 Mi esposo, "Ya hablastes con tus papas? Que te dijeron? La podemos visitar?"
 Yo, "Que? De quien hablas?
 Mi esposo, "De tu prima, no me dijistes que ellos le dieron un balaso?"
 Yo,  "No a Tina! A "Teresa!" 

El Mexicano me dijo que no quiere saber nada mas de "Teresa."    Despues de casi darle un ataque de corazon,  creo que si.... no voy a contarle nada mas.






If you read my blog then you know that I love the novel "Teresa."   Every night I watch it. 
Many times I have tried to convince my husband to watch the novel (spanish soap-opera) with me. He doesn't like them.

El Mexicano usually returns on the weekends from his trips. When he returns, I always have tons of news.
The other day he returned from work and opened the door, I quickly started talking about everything going on here. I told him about our son, about my work, and about how "Teresa" got shot.

  He replied, "WHAT! Is she okay?"
  Me, "Yes, she is alive but in the hospital and in a coma. She can't move."
  My husband, "Which hospital is she in? Is she going to be alright?"
  Me,  "I do not know which hospital, it's the hospital where she lives. The doctors are waiting for her to come out of the coma."
  My husband, "Have you talked with your parents? What did they say? Can we visit?"
  Me, "What? Who are you talking about?
  My husband, "Your cousin!  Didn't you just tell me she was shot?"
  Me, "Not Tina!  Teresa! "

The Mexican told me he didn't want to know anything else about "Teresa."  After almost giving him a heart attack, I think he's right.  I'm not going to tell him anything else.