When we were last in South Africa, I used the most amazing toilet ever (we saw other stuff, too, like penguins and spring bok and geckos. And yet, this post is about toilets). I also used one of the weirdest toilets ever. It was in the house we rented in Camps Bay, which is not too…
I was tempted to once again use last week’s gimmick – of attempting to write about the Holy Grail, but getting distracted by my fascination with flightless birds – at the beginning of this post. But I didn’t want to exhaust the joke and besides, I don’t need any pretense here: this post is about…
Okay, where was I before yesterday’s digression into the flightless birds of South Africa? Oh, right. I was telling you about the Holy Grail. Arguably one of the most important relics in all of- OSTRICHES. Err, sorry. Heh. That was weird. The Holy Grail. One of the most important relics in all of Catholicism. Ahem.…
I was in the process of working on a post about the Holy Grail. My family is Catholic, so I figured it was kind of important, because the grail marks the point in time when we all should have started feeling really guilty about stuff. Anyway, I was thinking about the post, and drafting a…
Sometimes I am inclined to sit and reflect upon the goals for adulthood that I had as a child. How I vowed that I would stay up as late as I wanted, and I wouldn’t have to get up for school, and I’d eat whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. But then actual adulthood crept…
Note: I wanted to share photos of the kids from the school we visited in South Africa but I realize that I don’t have permission from their parents or guardians – only their teachers. Consequently, I’ve tried to select images where the kids are either in the distance, or not visible head-on, so that it wouldn’t…
Later, when we talked about that dinner, we spoke with reverence of many things. The sky. The lanterns. The food. But none of these could hold a candle to the bathroom. We could not stop praising that tremendous toilet. That remarkable restroom. That lavish lavatory. That wondrous … wiz palace? (Sorry.) Which is not to say that…
“Jack, look! A lizard! What should we name him?” “T-Rex.”
My husband has a habit of wearing his nicest clothes around his favorite toddlers, and after I found myself scrubbing blueberry out of his favorite dress shirt, I kindly suggested through clenched teeth that he be a little bit more careful. Or that he consider wearing something less expensive and more machine washable. And because life is…
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