My husband is Hispanic. He’s a nice mixture of Mexican, Cuban, Puerto Rican. What I’m getting at here is he should not only know Spanish, but he should know how to spell things like…. quesadilla.


He had left a status update on his facebook about how he was hungry…. a comment was left telling him that he should make a quesadilla.


HERE’S IS WHERE I LAUGHED MY ASS OFF!


Gino: Um, why did he spell it wrong?


Me: What wrong?


Gino: Erran left a comment telling me to make a CASE-A-DILLA


Yes, people… he actually pronounced it like it was written in English…. WOW!


I don’t think that I’ll ever let him down for this one. I make fun of him EVERY, SINGLE DAY and he’s gotten to the point where he makes fun of himself with me.


At work people come up to him all the time and start asking him questions in Spanish, and he always has to say, “Um, I’m sorry let me find somebody who can help you.” SO FUNNY!


Don’t let his skin color fool you, people…. he’s the whitest Hispanic person I think I’ve EVER met in my entire life.