When my mother forgets a wordďżź, she is the queen of coming up with new words. Words that would take a third National Treasure movie to fully decipher.ďżź I was talking to her yesterday, and she said this: âYou know the time for los jibbities is coming upďżź. You must be so excited!âďżź Oh, is it time for los jibbities already?ďżź I must have missed it on my calendar. ďżźAre we celebrating something? âOf courseďżź! We should all be celebrating, shouldnât we?â ďżźOK, so los jibbities is a happy thing.ďżź Itâs not like something is giving you the heebie-jeebies, which would have been my one and only guess.ďżź âLos heebie-jeebies? Now youâre making things up.ďżź..and this is my show.â Youâre right. The time for los jibbities is coming upďżź. Is this a season? âYes, the season for love. The season for pride.âďżź OK, los jibbities. âYeah, sound it out.â LosâŚjibbities. LGBTs! âSĂ, mira cuz youâre gay!â âYou couldnât just say pride season? You couldnât just⌠*laughs*
HAPPY LOS JIBBITIES EVERYBODY!!!
The time for Los Jibbities has arrived!





















