He doesn’t remember the cheddar pretzels. We always had a bag of them in the pantry when we lived in the States. The kids snacked on them all the time. But they don’t sell them over here. And it is stupid expensive to order them online.
When you are 3,650 weeks pregnant, and it’s nearly 90-degrees Fahrenheit, and your adopted country doesn’t *do* air conditioning, you sit under the ceiling fans on full-blast and guilt-trip your minions to bring you fresh smoothies all day.
After nearly a year of planning and saving for it, Martin and I just booked our summer vacation today. Though my daydreams envision something out of a Diane Lane movie, I’m pretty sure it’s gonna be more like the Griswold’s European Vacation … you can count on it.
I was in my building all day last Tuesday, and didn’t realize a huge storm rolled over us. So I was a little stunned by how dark, eerie, and quiet, and drenched everything was outside when I left my office. This is the photo I took that day. That storm cloud over the Capitol was constantly lighting up, too. Very cool.