All That's Green is not a Pistachio

John and I stayed in a hotel in London the night before we flew back to Georgia. We sat down in the hotel bar to order dinner and the waiter brought us a bowl of green nuts. After he left I popped one in my mouth thinking it was a pistachio.

It. Was. Not.

For future reference, if you are served green nuts in a hotel bar in London, they just might be wasabi peanuts.

Packed and Ready to Go!

John and I are spending the night in London tomorrow so that we can just wake up and walk to the airport on Tuesday. I don't know how much I'll post while we are at home, since most of the people who read the blog are there. But soon we will be back in Norwich having more adventures!

Pre-Holiday Cleaning

John finally cleaned his office today and we put sheets on the bed (no pillows for that one yet) so I thought I'd show you how nice it looks! Guess what John is doing there at his computer....

Jack Frost Nipping at Your Nose

Mom always said "If you keep making that face, it'll freeze that way."

Here, it just might.

Santa Pictures

Radio Broadland put up their pictures of the Santa Run. Unfortunately, there aren't any in which you can see me or John, but we were there! We have the Santa suits to prove it.

Look at the pictures.

A Tooth Story

Since niece Katy is losing teeth, I thought I would share the story of my most memorable loose tooth.

My birthday is in July so I have celebrated many birthdays in Long Island while visiting Grandma and Pop. On one of these visits as a young child, I was not only anticipating my birthday, but also losing a tooth. One of my front teeth was very lose and going to come out any day. But, it was also one of my first teeth to come out and I wasn't brave enough to pull it. Pop kept on teasing me about my loose tooth. He asked me what I wanted for my birthday dinner. I can't remember all the foods I asked for, but one of them was corn. "Okay, corn on the cob." He said.
Wait a second..."I can't eat corn on the cob! You'll have to take it off."
"Nope, you're getting corn on the cob."
So for the next few days I was wondering how I was going to eat corn on the cob with a loose front tooth!
On my birthday I woke up and could feel something weird in my mouth. The tooth had fallen out in my sleep without any pain, and it was just sitting there.
That night I ate corn on the cob with my dinner. And it was delicious.

A Shave and a Haircut

While I was doing yoga and writing a book review this morning, John went into town to find a place that would give him a haircut and shave his face for him. It's a good job* he did, too because his facial stubbery was beginning to qualify as an actual beard.

*The British tend to say "good job" where we would say "good thing." I tried to find an article making mention of this, but what I found instead was an article on Oxford's list of top ten irritating phrases. "Good job" isn't on the list, but someone brings it up in the comments....wait for it....as an annoying American phrase. In fact, a lot of the complaints in the comments are about how Americans butcher the English language. That's why we have our own dictionary now. It's like we're living in different countries with different cultures and different ways of expressing ourselves or something.