There is no accounting for taste and no taste for accounting.
For each mouth, a different soup.
Cinnamon bites and kisses simultaneously.
Oft hope is born, when all is forlorn.
(January 03, 1892 - September 02, 1973)
It just seems like this year, even though she did win in Mexico, it seems like she's been struggling more than in other years.
We've always had obstacles to overcome. But we're a family and we stick together.