I made her go to a real photographer, okay? And that's because you get what you pay for in life, nena. That's the message of the day. Even a fea flaquita like Minnie Driver can look sexy with the right makeup and lighting. Here. Mira. See for yourself.
(Hoo-Chi-Min ee Driver)
Some of you might have noticed my husband Juan prowling around in the comments area of this blog and whatnot lately. I asked him not to go getting all up in my business here, but you know how it is. Sometimes men don't listen.
Anyway, I'm writing this post today to remind him, as we close in on Christmas (and, no, I'm not going to say "holidays" because I am Puerto Rican and I don't celebrate "holidays" I celebrate Navidad, thank you very much) that you get what you pay for. That's all I'm sayin'.
I'll leave you all (Juan especially) with a picture of what I'd like to find in the box under the bed on Dia de los Reyes.
You get what you pay for. That's all I'm sayin'.
