We’re in host family mode now. There is much shopping and eating and laughing and four-year-old boys named Nathan throwing tantrums because I didn’t give him my iPhone fast enough. I am loving every minute (well, except for the screaming) and wishing I could just bottle up my family like I Dream of Genie and open it up whenever my non-vacationing life wears me down. Especially the scene when Nathan was on the floor playing a game, his shorts exposing his butt crack and my four-year-old niece Brissa points to it and says, “Auntie Mona, tell Nathan not to show that.”
Also! Art imitates life/imitates art/gets uploaded to Flickr:
Yep. That’s a woman in an 80s-era Young and the Restless wedding dress walking through Wal-Mart like it’s nothing. I mean, who doesn’t want to buy a huge box of Go-Gurts right after their vows?