Say What?

This morning Jake and I were out in LA when a groggy, just out of bed, Phil called. 

"Mom.  There are some mexicans at the door and I don't know what they are saying."  LoL=)

Haha, we can never understand our landscapers, and they, well, can never understand us.  We don't get very much accomplished with them.  Very frustrating. 

This is a pretty normal occurrence, so I wish I could speak Spanish.  Things would get done in a more timely matter. 

We happened upon a very nice Farmers Market today.  Lots of yummy fruits to sample, and the food smelled sooo good.  If I lived on that side of town it would become a favorite hang out  :)    We brought home some delicious nectarines, fresh eggs, and some pepper jack cheese. 

Now I will go eat some.  Yummo!