Growing up, my nanny would always tell me “La Llorona” (Crying Woman) stories when I misbehaved. She’d tell me the Crying Woman was on her way to get me if I didn’t _________ (eat all my food, pick up my toys, stop talking back…you name it). If you’ve read or heard the infamous Mexican legend, you probably guess it…I got my act together upon hearing that she’d come get me. laugh out loud
Anyhow, I felt very much like the Crying Woman yesterday because my car got broken into and I lost a good amount of valuables. Yes, yes…don’t ever leave anything in the car even if you’re in Beverly Hills. I always imagine the Crying Woman’s face would be covered with her own hair. Very a la The Ring lookalike.