This week’s Saturday Show & Tell is short and sweet thanks to a technical glitch. Turns out that items submitted through the blog carnival site got tossed to the ether and are now cavorting with Amelia Earhart, Jimmy Hoffa and all the socks that go MIA each year from my washer. I usually get half a dozen really spammy submissions in addition to the sincere ones, but this week – nothing – which I found odd. Fortunately, Mad Kane sent an email to me directly asking if her submission had made it through. It hadn’t. So, our first submission this…
Tag: London
I love to jump around, move, and gesticulate. When I’m in a good mood, I kinda dance around the house, whether there is music on or not. It may look odd, but just because *you* can’t hear the tunes in my head, doesn’t mean they aren’t worth grooving to! It just feels good. That’s one thing I really miss about Italy and Spain, people don’t mind if you wave your hands around when you talk. Why do we love to move our bodies so much? Even at the cellular level, heart cells sync their rhythms. I wonder if there is…
When I tell people I’m going to London, they inevitably rattle off a list of the top 10 tourist attractions – the Tower, Big Ben, London Eye – and ask which ones I’ll be seeing there. I always laugh and tell them I haven’t a clue. What people don’t realize is that for me, London means visiting my step-daughter. She’s the main dish, and everything else is gravy. (Actually, everything else is usually cheese or chocolate when we’re together!) The bottom line is that I fly to London to see Naomi. Like any parent, I want to make sure that…
Voila! I have, at long last, visual proof that turkey pants, err, trousers, I mean, were actually worn by our London bird. In England, you see, ‘pants’ means ‘underpants.’ I discovered my faux pas after cheerily announcing that I had brought a pair of turkey pants, only to have a dinner guest reply, “I beg your pardon?” in that quintessentially British way, the very tone of which informed me I had – yet again – put my Yankee foot in my Yankee mouth.