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I must be the last person in the world to tumble to the literal translation of Cinco de Mayo--Fifth of May--Duh!!
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Anyway, I got to go and spend some time at Em's school--Yeah!--where the kids went crazy for the pinata filled with little whistles, rings, and erasers and not so crazy for the guacamole on their sample plate. :-)
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