La Flor, who’s on again with Little Carmen, had the stray puppy follow her throughout one of San Antonio’s outdoor mecca shopping malls. Little Carmen had to enthusiastically like everything La Flor liked. He was the designated bag carrier. And, according to her set of ground rules he signed, he can’t complain. He only can flirt with her.
As for me, I found an Italian trattoria, had a very tasty leisurely lunch, and after lunch, I did this and that, which I will not divulge because La Flor reads these blogs and counts the number of times she is mentioned. If I divulge this and that, she will know this and that and I will have no getaway places. If La Flor does not have the highest name mentioned count, all hell breaks loose, the bleep hits the fan, and the familiar saying, ‘You haven’t heard the last of this’ is repeatedly repeated.
I returned home around three thirty. I walked into the living room and froze. I wasn’t ready for what I saw. La Flor and Little Carmen sat in swivel chairs, about a foot and half apart. That’s not what stopped me.
They are staring at a camera on a tripod. Operating the camera is Thompson Thomas. He’s the Dr. Phil alt ego who looks like a pencil, receding hairline, has a high-pitched voice. It wasn’t always high pitched. It started sometime after Little Carmen found out he was gaga over La Flor. Little Carmen persuaded him, after a bit of twisting and turning and his voice rising with each twist to let go of his fixation on La Flor. I found this unusual, but not out of the ordinary as far as La Flor is concerned.
I looked at La Flor, frozen in my tracks and said, “What are you doing in a sports bra and bikini bottom? Do you have a sand volleyball game in your future? And, what is Little Carmen doing bare-chested in a bathing suit next to you? He looks like a wooly mammoth.”
“Is that a good look?” asked Little Carmen.
La Flor nodded her head, and said, “We are so adorable and cute, right, Ray?”
“Remember, this is a family blog,” I said.
“We belong on TV. I have a new career and LC is going to the top with me.”
“That’s right, Ray-mo. The beautiful, tough, and edgy sportscaster said, I’m a hanger-goner.”
“You called Little Carmen a hanger-goner?”
“That’s right, Ray. I have high standards. He misses making one compliment to me, he’s a goner.”
“I got to agree with the beautiful, tough, and edgy sportscaster. How’d I do?”
“I gots to learn, Spanish,” said Little Carmen.
“How many TV sportscasters look as good as LC and me? Don’t answer. The answer is obvious. Zero, zero, zero,” La Flor said, making a zero with the thumb and forefinger of each hand, then looking at Little Carmen until he made the third zero.
“How is this going to happen? How will you be discovered?” I said.
“We will be discovered. TT is filming our demo. He’s going to send it to all his contacts. Dr. Phil for one. Dr. Oz for two. And, he knows Bobby Filet. He quit Dr. Phil to work exclusively with us.”
“I think it’s Bobby Flay.”
“No, it’s Filet,” she said.
“I turned to TT, “You did?”
“Uh huh. La Flor promised to set me up with one of her hot girlfriends. She only has hot girlfriends.”
“Let it go, Ray. TT you ready to record our demo?” said La Flor.
“Yes, beautiful, tough, and edgy sportscaster,” said the soprano voiced TT.
“TT not to worry about the voice, it returns to normal in a day or three,” said Little Carmen.
“Thanks, LC. Ready, three, two, one, action,” squeaked TT.
“Welcome to the world’s hottest and cutest sportscasters,” said La Flor.
“Yah, welcome. Check out how beautiful the beautiful, tough, and edgy sportscaster looks today. Can I say you looks more beautiful than you did ten minutes ago?”
La Flor does a half turn, gives Little Carmen a big smile, “You may.”
“You looks more beautiful than you did ten minutes ago.”
La Flor turns back toward the camera, “Here is breaking sports news.”
“Yes, breaking news,” said Little Carmen.
“I am going to the spa tomorrow and getting a seaweed wrap, facial, and massage.”
“That’s terrific beautiful, tough, and edgy sportscaster. Can I gives some breaking news?”
“We only have time for one quick item, LC. Make it a good one.”
“Okay. Breaking news. Tonight’s special at Carmen’s Pizzeria is a double topping of Uncle Gino’s homemade sausage. Use gets a large for eighteen ninety-five and if use says LC sent use, use gets it for five ninety-five.”
“What do you think, Ray? Awesome, right? We’ll probably be leaving here as soon as the sports networks see the demo.”
“You going to take TT with you?”
“Please take me,” squeaked TT.