When you can finally tear your eyes away from Evelyn Lozada's fabulous set of chichis, take a gander at the text near the bling on her left wrist (or stage right, for you fancy folk).
I think this is my first tease appropriate to write home to the family about. Don't tell anybody, but they're talking about me on page 32. Which I think may be my new favorite number now and for forever. Or at least until I see where I landed in September.
Ohmygawd, y'all... Latina knows my name. And I'm allergic to alcohol.