Monday, April 06, 2020
Me Declaro Culpable #35, 4/6/20: Mauro Makes his Move
Hi Patio! Have you ever noticed how the best part of an episode usually comes during the very last nano-second? It sure did today. We got to see canny old fox Mauro trap Julian when he tried to turn off the car alarm in his snazzy convertible. And then wrap a black leather belt tightly around his neck, ready to squeeze all the man juice out of our treacherous lawyer. Of course it's too soon for Juls to make an exit, but still--the sight was sweet indeed.
That was not the only damage done. Roberta, dressed in bright spring pink today, deliberately slammed her hand in a door in order to have grisly proof for a legal medical expert that hubby Franco was abusing her. Evidently father and daughter are both prepared to go to painful lengths to insure that they get what they want, when they want it. Remains to be seen if this drastic strategy works.
But we don't start there--rather with an uncomfortable soliloquy by Soggy Paolo, who tells Nat he wants the dirty bastard who did this to him to never, ever know a moment's peace. He should suffer forever, just like Paolo will, stuck in this infernal wheelchair for life. Nat slinks off while Franco remains to assure Mr. Soggy he can't quit his law office job. Franco won't allow it. Well Paolo has his own demands--promise me you won't let the slimeball who hit me ever get out of jail! I want him to rot there forever! Our unsuspecting lawyer gravely promises to make the lowlife pay. (I'm really really ready for him to find out Weepy Daughter Natalia is the real culprit. Aren't you?)
Indiscreet Café
Tiziano is making a pest of himself as usual, trying to chat up Alba over the wonders of the panini sandwich she just made him. She's hostile and aloof which bothers him not one bit. For him it's foreplay if Bertie is any indication. Alba though throws down a gauntlet, asking if Roberta asked him to come plead her case. Not at all. But Tiz admits that he loved Bertie before she ever met Fabulous Franco and would scoop her up in a minute if she ever left her husband.
Outside the Lawless Law Office
As usual, no work is being done, but Roberta and Julián are double-teaming Nat who now is weeping tiny tears over throwing an innocent dupe into prison for a crime she herself committed. Juls tries to reassure her that the bloke got a big wad of cash for his trouble, and all he'll really have to do is spend a couple of nights in a jail cell. Prison is not in his future. No worries. And anyway, there's no bringing Paolo's legs back, so why all the fuss? And I could be your guardian angel if you'd just let me. As usual, the answer is LEAVE ME ALONE! And as usual he ignores it.
Paolo's Sumptuous Apartment and later a Random Café
Emmanuel is waiting there when Franco brings Paolo home to be comforted by his buddies. He's had a tough day after all, hearing about the drunken wretch who hit him and left him for dead. Manny is all "Oh no, what's going to happen to your daughter, licenciado?" That goes right by everybody as Franco informs him that the culprit is named Rufino Santos and is safely in jail. Our credulous portero [goalie] is so convinced, he passes on this bit of news later to Katia, who naturally is way ahead of our boy. "The Urzúa family is very powerful, you dolt, don't you think they're powerful enough to pay off a poor schlub to take Natalia's place in prison!?"
Lunch at Bertie's... And a Snack at Ingrid's
Mauro is there, napkin tucked under his chin like a bib, ready to tear Julian a new one for sitting down at the table with him and shoveling down food. "You shouldn't have stayed, Julián. Boot-licking dogs [perros lambiscones] eat off the floor, not at the table with their masters." Juls does his best to plead innocent to any messing with Ingrid, but Mauro isn't fooled. So instead, Juls lets Ingrid know Lic. Nosehair saw his briefcase at the house and they need to come up with a ploy to fool the old geezer. It goes like this: Ingrid, when next she sees Mauro, gives him a gaily wrapped package she picked out DAYS AGO, with her nephew as a gift for her beloved. When he unwraps it, sure 'nough, it's a briefcase just like Julian's. Which he does not want. But will he be fooled? No way. But stupid Ingrid and Juls think they're in the clear and makes plans for an afternoon delight at her house to celebrate their cleverness. Just a trip to watch all this unfold as Mauro lurks in his car, seeing Julian at the door, Ingrid arriving to give him a lip-lock smooch, and both heading in for more serious action. "Rata traidora" snarls Mauro, from the safety of his car. Uh-oh...jig's up, kids.
Back at Bertie's
This time the indiscreet scoundrel is Franco, murmuring sweet nothings to Alba over the phone while Bertie listens in the shadows. And of course he's packing his snazzy weekend wear for the two unforgettable, rapturous days he's planning to give his indigent client. Bertie tries to plead for a little respect and consideration, but he informs her she forfeited all that when she asked for a divorce. From now on, where he goes and what he does with whomever is none of her concern. Although he does outright lie and claims to be spending those days on Gael's new yacht. As if!
Cry Me a River...and You Know He Will
Soggy Paolo is packing up his autographed soccer balls, equally autographed shoes and championship shirt. Then, hugging the case he trundles down in his wheelchair to softly whimper as he watches a group of carefree young lads kicking a ball around. They come over, recognize him as the past champ he was, and he's kind enough to tell them they're crappy players and need some serious coaching on how to play teamwork rather than individual hot-dogging. As the play continues, he weeps some more imagining himself playing among them all. In case he didn't emote enough, the soundtrack is very sad music indeed. Okay, we get it.
A Jogging Trail Somewhere in the Polluted City of Mexico
Our lovely Natalia is jogging blissfully along, make-up intact, air-buds in, while Katia shadows her in the car. Finally, Nat decides to turn and run across the street. Zass! Kat makes her move, accelerates and comes within a hair of hitting an outraged Nat. Which leads of course to the usual-- Yeah, I almost hit you just like you did Poor Pao. What kind of a monster are you? Not content with ruining one man's life, now you're ruining another's too! Well listen, missy, I won't stop until I get you to confess, even though your family is threatening to kill me, ya hear!
Bertie's Very Sad Home
Nat comes home from that unfortunate encounter just in time to see Pops leaving for his romantic weekend. He notices her perturbed expression but she brushes it off and tells him to enjoy himself. (So modern and enlightened, I must say!) And now a phone call--from Poor Pao. He wants Nat to accompany him someplace. He needs her for courage. Well, turns out Mama Bertie needs her too. She's thinking of changing the place--painting the walls, hanging new curtains. Important not to stagnate, y'know? And maybe I'll change my look too--get a little Botox. After all, men want younger women so they can forget they're dying. I need to take at least 5 years off my age. And so on. Nat assures Mom she's lovely, doesn't need to change a thing but yeah, I'll go with you to the decor store or the salon--whatever. Just not now. Gotta go, I'm late. But the scene ends with some sweet nothings on Bertie's part, acknowledging that while sometimes harsh with her "neni", Nat is her reason for living, the light of her eyes etc. And it's good that we had this talk. Um hum. If you say so.
The Aqua House of Illicit Passion
Ingrid and Julián are at it hot and heavy, secure in the knowledge that the old goat was fooled by the briefcase gift ploy. About mid-point through the heavy wrestling, Mauro calls and Ingrid, somewhat breathlessly, answers. No, she's not at home, she's at a swimming lesson with her nephew. But yes, mi amor, I'd be happy to have dinner with you later. And hangs up to get back to business. Well, for a brief, ironic moment she wonders if Mauro really killed his wife, but that's quickly eclipsed by Julián's energetic bedroom gymnastics.
Bertie's Very Sad and Very Painful Home
Our Bertie, now looking very wistful indeed, spins her lovely diamond-encrusted wedding ring on a table top before smashing her hand in the door frame. The resulting multi-colored fractured hand looks pathetic and rainbow-colored, especially with her vibrant pink blouse. She alerts Tiz that the deed is done and he rushes over, with plans for a legally appointed doctor to witness the wounded paw and put the abuse claim in motion. A lovely pair indeed.
The Indiscreet Café
But speaking of lovely pairs, we get a brief sighting of Bianca and Gael. She's drafted him into helping wait tables, now that Alba is off, and Franco is chuckling--seeing "the fall of a legend" as Gael does seem to be putty in Bianca's hands. (More of this couple please!!!!! And less of everybody else.)
The Local Jail
Turns out Paolo wanted Nat to come along while he hurled invective at the alleged wretch who hit him and left him for dead. While Nat writhes in silent agony (and Rufino Santos listens in baffled agony) Paolo rants for a good while, wanting to know just what kind of a rotten empty soul he must have to hit an innocent man and then leave him for dead in the street. I played soccer since the age of 4! Will forgiveness give me back my legs? No. You took all I had. Even if you rot in jail, it won't give me my life back. You're worse than a murderer. You killed me in life. I have nothing but lifelong misery ahead! Rufino handles this rather stoically but Natalia faints dead away. No surprise there.
The Street Where You Live, Ingrid.....and the Street Where You Die, Julián
Ingrid, in a drowsy, post-coital stupor, is roused by the infernal sound of Julian's car alarm honking. He throws a shirt on over his manly chest and hurries out to mute it. Turns out Licenciado Nosehair has plans to mute Julian, and while our young fella fiddles with something on the dashboard, Mau wraps a thick black belt around his treacherous neck and squeezes for all he's worth.
And there we end Sweet Patio. Will Natalia come out of her faint and confess? Or gosh, could she be pregnant? Now there's a dilly of a situation. And will Mauro finish the job on Julián or let him live to sweat out another treacherous day? Tune in tomorrow to find out.
That was not the only damage done. Roberta, dressed in bright spring pink today, deliberately slammed her hand in a door in order to have grisly proof for a legal medical expert that hubby Franco was abusing her. Evidently father and daughter are both prepared to go to painful lengths to insure that they get what they want, when they want it. Remains to be seen if this drastic strategy works.
But we don't start there--rather with an uncomfortable soliloquy by Soggy Paolo, who tells Nat he wants the dirty bastard who did this to him to never, ever know a moment's peace. He should suffer forever, just like Paolo will, stuck in this infernal wheelchair for life. Nat slinks off while Franco remains to assure Mr. Soggy he can't quit his law office job. Franco won't allow it. Well Paolo has his own demands--promise me you won't let the slimeball who hit me ever get out of jail! I want him to rot there forever! Our unsuspecting lawyer gravely promises to make the lowlife pay. (I'm really really ready for him to find out Weepy Daughter Natalia is the real culprit. Aren't you?)
Indiscreet Café
Tiziano is making a pest of himself as usual, trying to chat up Alba over the wonders of the panini sandwich she just made him. She's hostile and aloof which bothers him not one bit. For him it's foreplay if Bertie is any indication. Alba though throws down a gauntlet, asking if Roberta asked him to come plead her case. Not at all. But Tiz admits that he loved Bertie before she ever met Fabulous Franco and would scoop her up in a minute if she ever left her husband.
Outside the Lawless Law Office
As usual, no work is being done, but Roberta and Julián are double-teaming Nat who now is weeping tiny tears over throwing an innocent dupe into prison for a crime she herself committed. Juls tries to reassure her that the bloke got a big wad of cash for his trouble, and all he'll really have to do is spend a couple of nights in a jail cell. Prison is not in his future. No worries. And anyway, there's no bringing Paolo's legs back, so why all the fuss? And I could be your guardian angel if you'd just let me. As usual, the answer is LEAVE ME ALONE! And as usual he ignores it.
Paolo's Sumptuous Apartment and later a Random Café
Emmanuel is waiting there when Franco brings Paolo home to be comforted by his buddies. He's had a tough day after all, hearing about the drunken wretch who hit him and left him for dead. Manny is all "Oh no, what's going to happen to your daughter, licenciado?" That goes right by everybody as Franco informs him that the culprit is named Rufino Santos and is safely in jail. Our credulous portero [goalie] is so convinced, he passes on this bit of news later to Katia, who naturally is way ahead of our boy. "The Urzúa family is very powerful, you dolt, don't you think they're powerful enough to pay off a poor schlub to take Natalia's place in prison!?"
Lunch at Bertie's... And a Snack at Ingrid's
Mauro is there, napkin tucked under his chin like a bib, ready to tear Julian a new one for sitting down at the table with him and shoveling down food. "You shouldn't have stayed, Julián. Boot-licking dogs [perros lambiscones] eat off the floor, not at the table with their masters." Juls does his best to plead innocent to any messing with Ingrid, but Mauro isn't fooled. So instead, Juls lets Ingrid know Lic. Nosehair saw his briefcase at the house and they need to come up with a ploy to fool the old geezer. It goes like this: Ingrid, when next she sees Mauro, gives him a gaily wrapped package she picked out DAYS AGO, with her nephew as a gift for her beloved. When he unwraps it, sure 'nough, it's a briefcase just like Julian's. Which he does not want. But will he be fooled? No way. But stupid Ingrid and Juls think they're in the clear and makes plans for an afternoon delight at her house to celebrate their cleverness. Just a trip to watch all this unfold as Mauro lurks in his car, seeing Julian at the door, Ingrid arriving to give him a lip-lock smooch, and both heading in for more serious action. "Rata traidora" snarls Mauro, from the safety of his car. Uh-oh...jig's up, kids.
Back at Bertie's
This time the indiscreet scoundrel is Franco, murmuring sweet nothings to Alba over the phone while Bertie listens in the shadows. And of course he's packing his snazzy weekend wear for the two unforgettable, rapturous days he's planning to give his indigent client. Bertie tries to plead for a little respect and consideration, but he informs her she forfeited all that when she asked for a divorce. From now on, where he goes and what he does with whomever is none of her concern. Although he does outright lie and claims to be spending those days on Gael's new yacht. As if!
Cry Me a River...and You Know He Will
Soggy Paolo is packing up his autographed soccer balls, equally autographed shoes and championship shirt. Then, hugging the case he trundles down in his wheelchair to softly whimper as he watches a group of carefree young lads kicking a ball around. They come over, recognize him as the past champ he was, and he's kind enough to tell them they're crappy players and need some serious coaching on how to play teamwork rather than individual hot-dogging. As the play continues, he weeps some more imagining himself playing among them all. In case he didn't emote enough, the soundtrack is very sad music indeed. Okay, we get it.
A Jogging Trail Somewhere in the Polluted City of Mexico
Our lovely Natalia is jogging blissfully along, make-up intact, air-buds in, while Katia shadows her in the car. Finally, Nat decides to turn and run across the street. Zass! Kat makes her move, accelerates and comes within a hair of hitting an outraged Nat. Which leads of course to the usual-- Yeah, I almost hit you just like you did Poor Pao. What kind of a monster are you? Not content with ruining one man's life, now you're ruining another's too! Well listen, missy, I won't stop until I get you to confess, even though your family is threatening to kill me, ya hear!
Bertie's Very Sad Home
Nat comes home from that unfortunate encounter just in time to see Pops leaving for his romantic weekend. He notices her perturbed expression but she brushes it off and tells him to enjoy himself. (So modern and enlightened, I must say!) And now a phone call--from Poor Pao. He wants Nat to accompany him someplace. He needs her for courage. Well, turns out Mama Bertie needs her too. She's thinking of changing the place--painting the walls, hanging new curtains. Important not to stagnate, y'know? And maybe I'll change my look too--get a little Botox. After all, men want younger women so they can forget they're dying. I need to take at least 5 years off my age. And so on. Nat assures Mom she's lovely, doesn't need to change a thing but yeah, I'll go with you to the decor store or the salon--whatever. Just not now. Gotta go, I'm late. But the scene ends with some sweet nothings on Bertie's part, acknowledging that while sometimes harsh with her "neni", Nat is her reason for living, the light of her eyes etc. And it's good that we had this talk. Um hum. If you say so.
The Aqua House of Illicit Passion
Ingrid and Julián are at it hot and heavy, secure in the knowledge that the old goat was fooled by the briefcase gift ploy. About mid-point through the heavy wrestling, Mauro calls and Ingrid, somewhat breathlessly, answers. No, she's not at home, she's at a swimming lesson with her nephew. But yes, mi amor, I'd be happy to have dinner with you later. And hangs up to get back to business. Well, for a brief, ironic moment she wonders if Mauro really killed his wife, but that's quickly eclipsed by Julián's energetic bedroom gymnastics.
Bertie's Very Sad and Very Painful Home
Our Bertie, now looking very wistful indeed, spins her lovely diamond-encrusted wedding ring on a table top before smashing her hand in the door frame. The resulting multi-colored fractured hand looks pathetic and rainbow-colored, especially with her vibrant pink blouse. She alerts Tiz that the deed is done and he rushes over, with plans for a legally appointed doctor to witness the wounded paw and put the abuse claim in motion. A lovely pair indeed.
The Indiscreet Café
But speaking of lovely pairs, we get a brief sighting of Bianca and Gael. She's drafted him into helping wait tables, now that Alba is off, and Franco is chuckling--seeing "the fall of a legend" as Gael does seem to be putty in Bianca's hands. (More of this couple please!!!!! And less of everybody else.)
The Local Jail
Turns out Paolo wanted Nat to come along while he hurled invective at the alleged wretch who hit him and left him for dead. While Nat writhes in silent agony (and Rufino Santos listens in baffled agony) Paolo rants for a good while, wanting to know just what kind of a rotten empty soul he must have to hit an innocent man and then leave him for dead in the street. I played soccer since the age of 4! Will forgiveness give me back my legs? No. You took all I had. Even if you rot in jail, it won't give me my life back. You're worse than a murderer. You killed me in life. I have nothing but lifelong misery ahead! Rufino handles this rather stoically but Natalia faints dead away. No surprise there.
The Street Where You Live, Ingrid.....and the Street Where You Die, Julián
Ingrid, in a drowsy, post-coital stupor, is roused by the infernal sound of Julian's car alarm honking. He throws a shirt on over his manly chest and hurries out to mute it. Turns out Licenciado Nosehair has plans to mute Julian, and while our young fella fiddles with something on the dashboard, Mau wraps a thick black belt around his treacherous neck and squeezes for all he's worth.
And there we end Sweet Patio. Will Natalia come out of her faint and confess? Or gosh, could she be pregnant? Now there's a dilly of a situation. And will Mauro finish the job on Julián or let him live to sweat out another treacherous day? Tune in tomorrow to find out.
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Does anyone have any deep thoughts on what Bertie's color changes mean. A few weeks ago, she was wearing bright blue and harmonizing with a softer blue in Natalia's clothes. Today she was in vibrant pink--which matched all too well with the gruesome bruises on her injured hand.
I haven't a clue if this means anything, but some of you might have some insight.
I haven't a clue if this means anything, but some of you might have some insight.
Judy – thank you for your recap!
It was a satisfying sight to see old nose-hair strangling Juls in his car after boinking the two-timing skank they share. Will Viewerville have the pleasure of seeing Mau give Ingrid the same treatment? Mauro has terrible taste in women. Ew. But he knew she was a skank before he gave her that rock on her finger.
Roberta’s black skirt looked like it was mauled by bears. ;-)
I haven't a clue about her color choices.
That front door to Chez Urzúa is big enough for a truck to drive through.
Soggy Pao = FFWD→
Nat = FFWD→ (although she probably is embarazada...good call, Judy)
Boot-licking dogs [perros lambiscones]
Thank you for that translation. Neither of my online translators had “lambiscones”.
It was a satisfying sight to see old nose-hair strangling Juls in his car after boinking the two-timing skank they share. Will Viewerville have the pleasure of seeing Mau give Ingrid the same treatment? Mauro has terrible taste in women. Ew. But he knew she was a skank before he gave her that rock on her finger.
Roberta’s black skirt looked like it was mauled by bears. ;-)
I haven't a clue about her color choices.
That front door to Chez Urzúa is big enough for a truck to drive through.
Soggy Pao = FFWD→
Nat = FFWD→ (although she probably is embarazada...good call, Judy)
Boot-licking dogs [perros lambiscones]
Thank you for that translation. Neither of my online translators had “lambiscones”.
That was snarkalicious, JudyB!
It's much too soon for either of these two fortune hunters to meet their Karmageddons and whatever those will be I want them to be much more colorful.
Natalia, tell your dad. Once you do he will get these two vampires off your neck. And don't leave your mother any openings from which she can inject you with any more self-doubt.
Franco, be careful what you promise Paolo.
Tizzy, watch yourself.
Julian, do you really enjoy gaslighting Natalia? It sure looks like it.
Manuel, Katia is just as nasty as she says Natalia is. Don't fall for her or her BS.
Roberta, did you drug your daughter again?
Mauro, just fire the simian and don't be fooled by anything Ingrid says or does. Good job following him to her house.
Franco, don't call Alba again from your home. Your daughter needs you now, so don't go anywhere. Obviously he doesn't watch telenovelas.
Natalia, revision to previous advice: Ditch your mother. You will save millions of pesos on shrinks. I dearly hope you are not pregnant because your egg donor will make you marry Julian.
Roberta, you can't fool anyone who knows your husband. And you could lose that hand.
Mauro, now you have disappointed us. We expected something with more thought.
It's much too soon for either of these two fortune hunters to meet their Karmageddons and whatever those will be I want them to be much more colorful.
Natalia, tell your dad. Once you do he will get these two vampires off your neck. And don't leave your mother any openings from which she can inject you with any more self-doubt.
Franco, be careful what you promise Paolo.
Tizzy, watch yourself.
Julian, do you really enjoy gaslighting Natalia? It sure looks like it.
Manuel, Katia is just as nasty as she says Natalia is. Don't fall for her or her BS.
Roberta, did you drug your daughter again?
Mauro, just fire the simian and don't be fooled by anything Ingrid says or does. Good job following him to her house.
Franco, don't call Alba again from your home. Your daughter needs you now, so don't go anywhere. Obviously he doesn't watch telenovelas.
Natalia, revision to previous advice: Ditch your mother. You will save millions of pesos on shrinks. I dearly hope you are not pregnant because your egg donor will make you marry Julian.
Roberta, you can't fool anyone who knows your husband. And you could lose that hand.
Mauro, now you have disappointed us. We expected something with more thought.
JudyB, another seriously funny recap.
That guy that plays Paolo,he should get some kind of an award for the water works he seem to be able to turn on at the drop of a hat. And it's very
Annoying. Yet he does it so well. And
Again it's very annoying.
Ok natty, is also very annoying. Girl
Grow a pair and a backbone and tell ya
Daddy that jackass Julian drugged you
To get you in the sack and you was on to him and you ran to the car dopped up drove away and hit a man and left him for dead. Paolo, I hit Paolo. I'd
Like to see him dive outta that wheel chair and grab her. Not choke her cuz
He'd let her go realizing he's in love with his kill(her).
Lic.Nosehair is a thriller in a pricey
Suit. That man is crazy. Half the cast
Is crazy. It matches perfectly what the world is going through. Craaaaazy.
Julian n Ingrid are nasty crazy. The word today is C R A Z Y!!!
Crazy berti slams her hand in the door
Cuz she wants some one who does not want her. Why? Why put yourself thro
That for somebody that is done with you? Cuz she crazy as a bat. I don't care much for tizzy. At all.
Well thats enough crazy for tonight.
Y'all stay home if you don't have to go out. Toilet paper is an emergency.
Stay safe patio.
That guy that plays Paolo,he should get some kind of an award for the water works he seem to be able to turn on at the drop of a hat. And it's very
Annoying. Yet he does it so well. And
Again it's very annoying.
Ok natty, is also very annoying. Girl
Grow a pair and a backbone and tell ya
Daddy that jackass Julian drugged you
To get you in the sack and you was on to him and you ran to the car dopped up drove away and hit a man and left him for dead. Paolo, I hit Paolo. I'd
Like to see him dive outta that wheel chair and grab her. Not choke her cuz
He'd let her go realizing he's in love with his kill(her).
Lic.Nosehair is a thriller in a pricey
Suit. That man is crazy. Half the cast
Is crazy. It matches perfectly what the world is going through. Craaaaazy.
Julian n Ingrid are nasty crazy. The word today is C R A Z Y!!!
Crazy berti slams her hand in the door
Cuz she wants some one who does not want her. Why? Why put yourself thro
That for somebody that is done with you? Cuz she crazy as a bat. I don't care much for tizzy. At all.
Well thats enough crazy for tonight.
Y'all stay home if you don't have to go out. Toilet paper is an emergency.
Stay safe patio.
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: Monday, April 6, 2020 at 11:11:00 PM EDT
: Monday, April 6, 2020 at 11:11:00 PM EDT
Very enjoyable recap, Judy. Thank you.
Now I’m faced with the big decision of staying up and watching the show or hitting the hay so I can be bright eyed for Senior Shopping Hour at 6 a.m.
Now I’m faced with the big decision of staying up and watching the show or hitting the hay so I can be bright eyed for Senior Shopping Hour at 6 a.m.
Good Morning Petite Patio. I'll start with the last first....
ROSEMARY LA OTRA...Ah, the early morning shopping hours. I went yesterday and practically everybody, shoppers and employees, were wearing face masks. I had a rather cute one that a friend made for me, but my glasses kept fogging up because of it. I really worry about the folks working in these places--they look stressed and exhausted. The professional courtesy smiles are gone and they just look haggard and desperate. This can't be good.
NINA..."Lic. Nosehair is a thriller in a pricey Suit." I like that, and if you meant "killer in a pricey suit" that's cool too. And I'm with you, I'd like to see weepy Paolo hop out of that wheelchair and grab Natalia. Anything but this endless "I hate the person who did this to me", boo-hoo, while she looks stressed and guilty. Basta ya!
URBAN ANTHROPOLOGIST...Ah, I can tell that great mind of yours is already dreaming up some juicy Karmageddons for Julián and Ingrid. And I love all your sage advice to our deluded characters. Unfortunately, they're not going to listen to a single word, and will go on slamming into walls until the next to last episode I imagine. The makeup department did do a seriously good job on Roberta's hand. It looked a lot like mine after the dermatologist hacked out a portion of it for biopsy.
DORIS...Love your colorful avatar. And the observation that Roberta's skirt looked like it was "mauled by bears". Maybe she retrieved it out of Ingrid's closet. UA found Mauro's attack on Julián disappointing--too obvious I guess--but I rather enjoyed it. Of course Juls is way too strong to be strangled by Old Nosehair. And we know something will interrupt this early vengeance. What I still can't understand is why Mauro would even want Ingrid after knowing she's an Equal Opportunity Skank. Guess he just has a hankering for Bad Girls. Our Dr. Carlos would understand.
Thundering and lightning here--rain pouring down in buckets. There'll be no walk in the park today for me!
ROSEMARY LA OTRA...Ah, the early morning shopping hours. I went yesterday and practically everybody, shoppers and employees, were wearing face masks. I had a rather cute one that a friend made for me, but my glasses kept fogging up because of it. I really worry about the folks working in these places--they look stressed and exhausted. The professional courtesy smiles are gone and they just look haggard and desperate. This can't be good.
NINA..."Lic. Nosehair is a thriller in a pricey Suit." I like that, and if you meant "killer in a pricey suit" that's cool too. And I'm with you, I'd like to see weepy Paolo hop out of that wheelchair and grab Natalia. Anything but this endless "I hate the person who did this to me", boo-hoo, while she looks stressed and guilty. Basta ya!
URBAN ANTHROPOLOGIST...Ah, I can tell that great mind of yours is already dreaming up some juicy Karmageddons for Julián and Ingrid. And I love all your sage advice to our deluded characters. Unfortunately, they're not going to listen to a single word, and will go on slamming into walls until the next to last episode I imagine. The makeup department did do a seriously good job on Roberta's hand. It looked a lot like mine after the dermatologist hacked out a portion of it for biopsy.
DORIS...Love your colorful avatar. And the observation that Roberta's skirt looked like it was "mauled by bears". Maybe she retrieved it out of Ingrid's closet. UA found Mauro's attack on Julián disappointing--too obvious I guess--but I rather enjoyed it. Of course Juls is way too strong to be strangled by Old Nosehair. And we know something will interrupt this early vengeance. What I still can't understand is why Mauro would even want Ingrid after knowing she's an Equal Opportunity Skank. Guess he just has a hankering for Bad Girls. Our Dr. Carlos would understand.
Thundering and lightning here--rain pouring down in buckets. There'll be no walk in the park today for me!
Thanks, Judy! You were in excellent form!
Faves:
"Ready to squeeze all the man juice out of our treacherous lawyer"
"It's good that we had this talk. Um hum. If you say so."
"The resulting multi-colored fractured hand looks pathetic and rainbow-colored, especially with her vibrant pink blouse."
And the winner:
"She's hostile and aloof which bothers him not one bit. For him it's foreplay."
I'm afraid we're stuck with Vile Juls for a while longer. It's pretty hard to strangle someone to death in a convertible in broad daylight WHILE THE CAR ALARM IS GOING OFF.
Faves:
"Ready to squeeze all the man juice out of our treacherous lawyer"
"It's good that we had this talk. Um hum. If you say so."
"The resulting multi-colored fractured hand looks pathetic and rainbow-colored, especially with her vibrant pink blouse."
And the winner:
"She's hostile and aloof which bothers him not one bit. For him it's foreplay."
I'm afraid we're stuck with Vile Juls for a while longer. It's pretty hard to strangle someone to death in a convertible in broad daylight WHILE THE CAR ALARM IS GOING OFF.
Blue Lass - yes, that strangling-in-broad-daylight thing made me laugh yesterday. Like there would be NO witnesses. LOL
BLUE LASS....Thanks amiga. You make me feel very appreciated. Agree with the unlikelihood of the strangling attempt coming off, but you've got to give Mauro props for even trying it. Maybe it's just going to be another "teachable moment" as when he called Julián a "perro lambiscone" and shooed him away from the dining table. Lic Nosehair does seem to have brass balls though, unlike the unctuous, "tranquila tranquila" Lic. Franco Blandengue who just is NOT bringing it as a galán for me in this one.
MORE GAEL AND BLANQUITA PLEASE!
I'll enjoy reading your recap later tonight, or rather probably tomorrow morning since by evening I'm feeling like making the "outside world, whatever it is" go away.
Patio, hope the sun is shining wherever you are. I find my mood is so influenced by weather these days and the drumming rain and thunder were not helpful this morning.
MORE GAEL AND BLANQUITA PLEASE!
I'll enjoy reading your recap later tonight, or rather probably tomorrow morning since by evening I'm feeling like making the "outside world, whatever it is" go away.
Patio, hope the sun is shining wherever you are. I find my mood is so influenced by weather these days and the drumming rain and thunder were not helpful this morning.
DORIS...Your avatar always makes me smile. Love those primary colors. That will have to do instead of sunny skies for me today.
Hello , lovely patio peeps, I am so grateful to "see" you all here ! I have been trying to deal with solitary confinement for almost a month now. My daughters do not want me going anywhere, so m choices reconsider outside . Our younger daughter ordered groceries delivered to me , and the other day she left a big bag of food she had made on my front porch. I video chat with our older daughter's family regular!y . I text and email friends and family daily, and I love checking in here with my cyber family. Please stay safe and well.
((((judyb))))...when you said that your hand looked like Rob's , I felt so bad for you. Can you imagine hurting yourself like that ? I hope that your hand heals quickly. I am sending you good vibrations )))). Crazy Rob is on her own. As for Rob's wardrobe, she seems to like to put together odd combos . She is always way overdressed as she whizzes around town looking for her next victim to growl at and verbally abuse. Meanwhile, Alma and Franco are macking on each other like teens in study hall. Tizzy has shoehorned himself into the middle of the crazy with his infatuation with Rob ( Why ?????)
I got a big kick out of that wrestling match between Julian and Ingrid. I especially enjoyed him walking outside to check out the hornblowing with his shirt open...what a peacock..so arrogantly proud of those pecs.
Then...bam..old Mauro appears out of nowhere and starts to choke him. All over whacky Ingrid ???? Why ????
Hang in there, all. The sun has come out here, and the birds are singing, so I am going to go outside. I have scattered around my deck and patio my huge collection of seashells gathered over many years when my family and I went to the seashore , so I pretend I am at the beach with those I love and have loved most for a little while every day. Time to do whatever give you some solace and comfort....meditation, nature, listening to music, dancing , crafts, writing, etc . Take good care of you.❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
((((judyb))))...when you said that your hand looked like Rob's , I felt so bad for you. Can you imagine hurting yourself like that ? I hope that your hand heals quickly. I am sending you good vibrations )))). Crazy Rob is on her own. As for Rob's wardrobe, she seems to like to put together odd combos . She is always way overdressed as she whizzes around town looking for her next victim to growl at and verbally abuse. Meanwhile, Alma and Franco are macking on each other like teens in study hall. Tizzy has shoehorned himself into the middle of the crazy with his infatuation with Rob ( Why ?????)
I got a big kick out of that wrestling match between Julian and Ingrid. I especially enjoyed him walking outside to check out the hornblowing with his shirt open...what a peacock..so arrogantly proud of those pecs.
Then...bam..old Mauro appears out of nowhere and starts to choke him. All over whacky Ingrid ???? Why ????
Hang in there, all. The sun has come out here, and the birds are singing, so I am going to go outside. I have scattered around my deck and patio my huge collection of seashells gathered over many years when my family and I went to the seashore , so I pretend I am at the beach with those I love and have loved most for a little while every day. Time to do whatever give you some solace and comfort....meditation, nature, listening to music, dancing , crafts, writing, etc . Take good care of you.❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
Permalink posted by : Tuesday, April 7, 2020 at 10:18:00 AM EDT
: Tuesday, April 7, 2020 at 10:18:00 AM EDT
SUSANLYNN...Oh boy, I love all those hearts. We certainly need 'em. And you are so right about our Julián--why shouldn't he sally forth with an open shirt--he certainly worked hard enough for them. I have to admit I did enjoy the view. In terms of our Culpble galanes, he's the best we can manage, muscle-wise. Sure glad they're re-running Amores Verdaderoes though so I also have Big Ed and Sebastian Rulli to look forward to.
Had to admit my spirits took a deep nosedive this morning with the rain, but there seems to be a glimmer of sun now and I like your idea of all those sea shells scattered around your deck. Treasuring the happy memories is the way to go these days.
Stay upbeat Patio. Right now we all seem healthy, more or less.
Had to admit my spirits took a deep nosedive this morning with the rain, but there seems to be a glimmer of sun now and I like your idea of all those sea shells scattered around your deck. Treasuring the happy memories is the way to go these days.
Stay upbeat Patio. Right now we all seem healthy, more or less.
Speaking of eye candy (not), I think they used a body-double for all of Soggy Paolo's action shots on the piste. JDC is not exactly your most photogenic galan.
OT....Judyb....we are having sun and 65 here , so I plan to be outside most of the day because it looks like clouds and rain for the next few days . Your weather must be coming out way. So..I am hanging out laundry, pulling weeds, and eating my meals on the patio.
How is your hand ? Did you get advice on how to take care of it so it heals ?
How is your hand ? Did you get advice on how to take care of it so it heals ?
Permalink posted by : Tuesday, April 7, 2020 at 1:01:00 PM EDT
: Tuesday, April 7, 2020 at 1:01:00 PM EDT
SUSANLYNN...It is slowly healing from the biopsy, though it looks awful. But they had to delay the actual cancer surgery because of the risks for someone my age during the pandemic. The melanoma is early stages. And although it sounds ghoulish to say this, I suppose they think that hey, this lady could die of something else before the cancer gets to the fatal stage. Ugh, not fun to be in this age bracket!
BLUE LASS...You may be right about the body double. JDC is okay as a secondary character but we've gotten so used to drop-dead gorgeous Adonis types as our leading men, we're miffed when a "star" is just sort of nice-looking. I'm still in recovery from not having my galán look like Fernando Colunga in Alborada. Pretty much ruined me for everybody else.
BLUE LASS...You may be right about the body double. JDC is okay as a secondary character but we've gotten so used to drop-dead gorgeous Adonis types as our leading men, we're miffed when a "star" is just sort of nice-looking. I'm still in recovery from not having my galán look like Fernando Colunga in Alborada. Pretty much ruined me for everybody else.
JUDY - was the biopsy taken from the back of your hand? Last time I had something frozen off the back of my hand at the dermatologist, I used the 3M Nexcare bandaids. What a wonderful product!!! The clear ones don't really show and they stay waterProof for a couple of days. Copy & paste if you're not familiar with them:
https://www.nexcare.com/3M/en_US/nexcare/products/catalog/~/Nexcare-Waterproof-Bandages/?N=4326+3294529207+3294631542&preselect=5927929+3293786499&rt=rud
The first time they froze that thing off it took forever to heal. The second time was a do-over and with that Nexcare bandage, it healed up much quicker.
https://www.nexcare.com/3M/en_US/nexcare/products/catalog/~/Nexcare-Waterproof-Bandages/?N=4326+3294529207+3294631542&preselect=5927929+3293786499&rt=rud
The first time they froze that thing off it took forever to heal. The second time was a do-over and with that Nexcare bandage, it healed up much quicker.
JudyB--
I'm here, late as usual. Had to run errands and do two weeks worth of shopping. Wearing a hanky/rubber band face mask now, until I can find someone to sew me one. Not so much for me, but for others to feel better. Now my 14-day quarantine starts all over again. Uggh.
Just want to tell you I read your recap and enjoyed it thoroughly. What a pick-me-up I got this morning. In addition to watching Julian and Roberta having some suffering to go through with delight, you helped me get through the tediousness that is Soggy Pao and Panicked Nat.
Yep, fainting is definitely a sign of a tn pregnancy--especially when you only did it once in the woods. But, in this case, it could go either way.
Loved the same phraseology Blue Lass did, but this one was the best: "Ready to squeeze all the man juice out of our treacherous lawyer."
I'm here, late as usual. Had to run errands and do two weeks worth of shopping. Wearing a hanky/rubber band face mask now, until I can find someone to sew me one. Not so much for me, but for others to feel better. Now my 14-day quarantine starts all over again. Uggh.
Just want to tell you I read your recap and enjoyed it thoroughly. What a pick-me-up I got this morning. In addition to watching Julian and Roberta having some suffering to go through with delight, you helped me get through the tediousness that is Soggy Pao and Panicked Nat.
Yep, fainting is definitely a sign of a tn pregnancy--especially when you only did it once in the woods. But, in this case, it could go either way.
Loved the same phraseology Blue Lass did, but this one was the best: "Ready to squeeze all the man juice out of our treacherous lawyer."
DORIS...Thanks for the info on bandages. The biopsy was on the back of the hand and my old Irish skin is like tissue paper there. Same with my shins and I took a chunk out of them a few years back and haven’t worn a skirt or dress since. An author I read recently said “The sun isn’t kind to Irish skin. Amen to that!
ANITA...Good to hear from you sassy lady. And glad you were able to fashion a mask of sorts although I’m having trouble picturing how rubber bands could hold the hanky on. You’re more inventive than I!
Mauro is getting to be my favorite character—so ambivalent in his evil. Would not like finding out he’s my Papi. But regardless of what I wrote, no doubt Ingrid is the only one actually squeezing the man juice out of Jules. Although our randy law clerk seems to have an inexhaustible supply, given his behavior.
ANITA...Good to hear from you sassy lady. And glad you were able to fashion a mask of sorts although I’m having trouble picturing how rubber bands could hold the hanky on. You’re more inventive than I!
Mauro is getting to be my favorite character—so ambivalent in his evil. Would not like finding out he’s my Papi. But regardless of what I wrote, no doubt Ingrid is the only one actually squeezing the man juice out of Jules. Although our randy law clerk seems to have an inexhaustible supply, given his behavior.
Oooo, the images that man juice conjures. Naughty, naughty.
BTW, the Surgeon General's cute little video on how to fashion a mask out of a hankie and rubber bands is all over the place. I think this is one you can use without virtual viruses (or is it viri?):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YLXEhSjVsw
BTW, the Surgeon General's cute little video on how to fashion a mask out of a hankie and rubber bands is all over the place. I think this is one you can use without virtual viruses (or is it viri?):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YLXEhSjVsw
I've got English-German skin and it sunburns (I've had some really bad ones) and it scars very easily. When I think back to the daily (yes, almost daily) trips to the beach or out in the sun when I was a toddler up to school age, I'm amazed that I haven't yet developed any skin cancer.
And how many of us remember sunbathing in the back yard, lathered in oil to get as tanned as possible before the prom, or coming back from summer camp wanting to be as brown as a nut? I still like having my white wristwatch line to see how long it will last through the winter season. I can barely see it now, but because of the increase in ticks the dogs and deer leave behind in my garden, I'll have to wear long sleeves.
And how many of us remember sunbathing in the back yard, lathered in oil to get as tanned as possible before the prom, or coming back from summer camp wanting to be as brown as a nut? I still like having my white wristwatch line to see how long it will last through the winter season. I can barely see it now, but because of the increase in ticks the dogs and deer leave behind in my garden, I'll have to wear long sleeves.
Maybe I am wrong, but I think that Ingrid had already pretty much squeezed out Julian 's man juice , no ? Sorry..I couldn't help myself. All this solitude has me a little unhinged.
Permalink posted by : Tuesday, April 7, 2020 at 3:45:00 PM EDT
: Tuesday, April 7, 2020 at 3:45:00 PM EDT
Re : masks. If you go online , you can find directions for making a mask out of a hanky and rubber bands of hairbands ( I have millions of those. ) I found 2 hospital masks here at home that I forgot I had. HOwever, since my kids don't want me to leave my house and yard, I only see birds and squirrels . I read that it is a good idea to get fresh air and to keep fresh air circulating in your home. Therefore, I have been outside for the last 5 hours. Stay safe , well, and hopeful. I like to feel that although I am alone, I am not really alone. I feel a presence here with me in my home and yard.
Permalink posted by : Tuesday, April 7, 2020 at 3:53:00 PM EDT
: Tuesday, April 7, 2020 at 3:53:00 PM EDT
OT..I , too, had English\German skin and a mother and sister with redhair and fair skin. However, I have dark hair and eyes like my dad , and I spent lots of time outdoors getting brown as a berry every summer.
Permalink posted by : Tuesday, April 7, 2020 at 3:56:00 PM EDT
: Tuesday, April 7, 2020 at 3:56:00 PM EDT
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