We ran out of tile today and I drove down to the border - to Dead Stick Road to pick up some more.
We're putting the Mexican tiles around a window in the kitchen. Nothing exceeds like excess!!
Dead Stick Road! What were they thinking when they named that street? It sounds so ominous my stomach was in a clench driving up to it. At the tile store, all was sunshine, smiles and good service. Pretty Mexican girls with high heels, wonderful perfume, eye make-up - the whole enchilada - were at the ready to help you find things and check you out. It was a pleasant retail experience despite the drive, the street name and the ride down Otay Mesa surrounded by huge, roaring, diesel belching trucks.