Tonight, I successfully — and yes, somewhat painfully — ordered a pizza from Papa John’s, while Brendan sat next to me, giggling at my bad Spanish. We lucked out — it was two-fer-one night, too, and so we got dos pizzas, talla grande.
Also, earlier today, we successfully purchased a mattress, refrigerator and washer/dryer from a furniture store. To be delivered next weekend. Como miraculoso!