A lovely holiday meal. Cooked by others, delivered to the door, already displayed and ready to go. Fantastic idea! Never going back. Not sure what this means since I've never cooked a Thanksgiving dish in my life, but it was so less stressful not having to watch others cook.
Ethiopia tomorrow. Holy crap. Packing, preparing, and in a general tiz. Not much left in the old noodle to write so here are some photos of little man in the suitcase. Looks like someone wants to come along...
My name is Shelby French. I'm an international social worker living in Silver Spring, Maryland with my hubs, David, our son, Misho, and our doozer, Ass-tro. Welcome to a place where you can sort out the great things from the big suck and up some serotonin at the end of it. Or, at least, reduce your alcohol intake to healthier levels. I'm a mother, spouse, ethical humanist, traveler, and ally to all who are marginalized and treated like shit, because racism, homophobia, and white supremacy sucks. Glad to have you here.
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