Only A Mexican Wife....

[cypress]

The sick Mexican husband was lying on his death bed. He had only hours
to live when he suddenly smelled tamales. He dearly loved tamales more
than anything else in the world, especially his querida Chita's tamales
which were known through out San Antonio as "Lo mejor de lo mejor."
With every last bit of the energy left in his mind and body, the
terminally ill husband pulled himself out of bed, across the floor,
down the hall, and into the kitchen. Here, his wife was removing the
fresh batch of tamales from the Stove top. As he reached for one of the
freshly made tamales his Corazon Chita, smacked him in the back of the
head with a wooden spoon. "Leave them alone, pendejo!", she yelled,
"...they're for the funeral!"