This country doles out its fair share of unsolicited advice: from the gray-haired shuk shopper ("only buy
red cabbage,
red peppers and
purple grapes, the others are not healthy enough") to the hairdresser who gave me "natural highlights" after I specifically requested
purple, ending with the cab driver who followed my not yet having children comment with ("you have to work [at it]...in bed") Well I bought the
bright green anavim because they are seedless and I have yet to take down the "For Rent" sign (see previous post)
Last night I became an insect. There could be many puns here because my realtor's last name is Kafka but instead I will have to pronounce things Britishly to be understood. I call the new addition "Burrito" because that is how he was swaddled AND he looks so delicious. Mazal tov! Mazal tov!
Postscript: There has been some confusion regarding this post so to clarify insect=ant (Aunt). He is no longer called Burrito. See his
Super family blog for more details.
