My wife told me to wish everybody a Happy Cinco.

I said, "But what about de Mayo?"

She said, "Hold it."

Little known ( and partly true) story about Cinco de Mayo:

After Mexican General Ignacio Zaragoza ousted the occupying French forces from Puebla, the city was renamed "Puebla de Zaragosa" in his honor. But, not without the reservations of many of its denizens who were, in fact, French sympathizers. After much debate and discussion, the opposing factions reluctantly capitulated and, at the renaming ceremony, the leader of the resistance made this now-famous statement:

"Oh well, Zaragoza neighborhood."

Nice picture, Scott.

That jar appears to be postioned with great precision.

Another quarter-inch to the right and it would've had a cinqe-ing feeling.

I'm just basin this on years of painful experience with this sort of thing.

Scott, I don't know if this has been shared recently, but I can't resist sharing it now.
This was posted on a sign that I saw while driving the backroads:

I have a horse.
His name is Mayo.
Mayo neighs!