My dad sent me, my mom, and my brother an email as follows:
Subject: FW: Beware of the Boneyard: 5 ft rattler
Body: Attached is the photo of the snake in the Bone yard
Attachment: A photo of a snake
All I knew was that there was a snake, and that it was in the boneyard. Apparently, the boneyard is the nickname for one of the yards on the premises of my dad's office. And one of his co-workers found a snake there that morning.
No context? No problem!
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
Blini Deals
It's been a long time since my last post, and for that I apologize. The good news is that I have a lot of stories on the way! Here's one:
I was at my parents' house and my mom needed to pick up some blini. They're like crepes, and my family mostly fills them with caviar. My mom has a few Russian stores that make food for her, so I assumed we were going to one of them. Imagine my surprise when we pull over in front of some apartment, and an old Russian woman comes out in a muumuu (yes, that's the correct spelling, and yes, I did have to look it up) holding a plastic grocery bag. My mom rolls down the passenger window and the woman leans over me, hands my mom the bag, and my mom hands her some cash.
Ladies and gentlemen, I had just participated in an illicit blini deal.
I was at my parents' house and my mom needed to pick up some blini. They're like crepes, and my family mostly fills them with caviar. My mom has a few Russian stores that make food for her, so I assumed we were going to one of them. Imagine my surprise when we pull over in front of some apartment, and an old Russian woman comes out in a muumuu (yes, that's the correct spelling, and yes, I did have to look it up) holding a plastic grocery bag. My mom rolls down the passenger window and the woman leans over me, hands my mom the bag, and my mom hands her some cash.
Ladies and gentlemen, I had just participated in an illicit blini deal.
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