Tonight our love is celebrated

After putting a few topics into a hat and randomly pulling one out I have decided that old people sex is not the topic I want to touch on and I have decided that I would throw fate out the window and write about our Mexican, Jose.
Now that Jose is gone and out of our lives we all miss him a little more than we thought we would. Jose came to us in the autumn of our lives. I came home one day and our Mexican was living on our couch paying his dues by cleaning the living room, vacuuming the house, doing the dishes and occasionally raking the leaves. Jose sometimes ate us all out of house and food. Many days would be started off as I would get up in just enough time to have a quick bowl of cereal before I had to race out the house, only to find the empty packaging tucked nicely into the garbage compactor. Or going upstairs expecting to find the left over dinner from the restaurant the night before and finding nothing. And, the favorite was when the entire package of cookies was eaten by the time we got home from work that day. The other aggravation that Jose caused in our household was his undying love for techno and Shania Twain-playing at the same time from two different stereos. And occupying the computer and downloading so much Mexican Porn that the internet would not work (that last statement has no real bearing, just a hunch). In the end Jose got fired, his ticket bought back to whereever he came from and he has left us. But, regardless of all these follies in the working of our perfect little Jose infested paradise, we sincerelly miss our hombre. We miss watching Pirates 17 times in a month, or coming home and wondering if he had decided to cross back over the border because no one had seen or heard from him in hours and hours.
To celebrate our love for our dearly departed Jose we have decided to create a shrine, a homage of Jose in the living room next to the ancestors. Jose, Tonight, we celebrate our love for you.