Every time I turn around, another damn pile of dirt crops up in random places around here. As if it is not bad enough that they are remodeling the houses here (you know, installing asbestos, adding dirt piles to the rooftops so that there is always a gentle breeze of dirt billowing about you as you leave your residence, so as to ensure that your clothes will always be that attractive blend of orange-khaki indigenous to Sudan...) they are also piling their supplies all over the place.
It's like living on the set of Sanford and Son!!
The dogs have given up trying to work around them and have just decided to sleep directly on the piles. (My new ghetto babies are resourceful.)
YOU KNOW.... when I signed up for this gig as a foreign service officer, I was told that it would be glamorous, you'd get to hobknob (no Josh, that does NOT mean what you think it does) with the foreign elite, you'd be invited to the best parties and would be able to throw out baseless accusations with ease (because you know that is my thing....RIGHT?)
Oh Sudan...why must you continually shatter all my dreams?
However, just when I think I'm going to freak out and demand to go back home, I walk outside and find this.
HOW CUTE IS THAT LITTLE GUY?
I'm not sure why you guys continue to overreact like that...It's all good!
Sometimes? I'm Judgmental. Also, Seattle!
13 hours ago