You will now laugh uproariously at my folly

As this blog has practically petrified from disuse, I am bemused to announce that I have signed on to be a regular (ha!) contributing author on a soon-to-launch website. Every Wednesday I’ll write a column on teaching culture to kids. Yeah, me right? Must be because of my mad blog updating skillz.

Fortunately for me, I get to re-use some of my previous entries.

Said entries were the bait that I used to lure the site owner into letting me join the party. This is what we in the business call a “portfolio”. You may bask in my awesome.

Except not really, because I never post.

Moving on.

MA and the future heirs to my copyrights will be back in town this weekend. I am so excited for them to be back, I can hardly stand it. There are going to flowers and candy and bubblegum and giant hello kitty balloons and other such manly things awaiting them at the airport. In preparation for their arrival, I’m washing sheets, clothes, floors etc. to get our vast estate in suitable shape. Ultimately, this is much harder on the washing machine than it is on me. Plus, it gives me something useful to do to wile away the hours.

Fun fact, I washed my bedsheets last night and to dry them, I put the fitted sheet outside on the drying rack – set to Beirut August Extra Hot, and the flat sheet over the couch – set to Can’t That Air Conditioner Work Any Harder? Shock of all days, the one inside dried out in about an hour, and the one outside was still wet. I thought the heat/ocean breeze would overcome the humidity and dry it out. Strangely, this is not so. Consider yourselves warned.