Kendramama: In Love w/Brown

Kendramama: My husband is half-Mexican, Hispanic, whatever the current pc term is, and ironically, maybe hysterically, rather- is the whitest guy I’ve ever been with. He can’t dance, loves redneck stuff like huntin’, fishin’, and “getting some good lovin’ ” from the little woman. (Yep, that’s me- and oddly enough, I put up with my Suzie Homemaker/ Betty Crocker role pretty well considering my sordid past. Although I feel a bit of Betty Page in me still too.) He’s also got the strongest work ethic, most solid, proven devotion, and by far the most integrity out of any guy I’ve ever met- totally disproving the lazy, womanizing rep most Hispanics tend to get pinned with. Of course, that’s true of almost all racial stereotypes, but hey. He also doesn’t speak a word of Spanish, despises arid climates, and was born and raised in the Silver Valley.

Question: Can you speak Spanish?