This morning I’m sitting on the couch with my netbook, following the news of Osama’s death. I started to write ‘Obama,’ accidentally, and then thought, “how many people are making that unfortunate typo this morning?” Just then, the guy on Al Jazerra English said, “he was a symbolic leader, but Obama’s death, I mean Osama’s death will be felt . . .” Hilarious. Poor Obama, on his day of glory, people are accidentally reporting his death.
Anyway, my original point was that I’m here with my computer and my knitting while the baby is being fawned over by two women, one who is mopping my floors and doing our laundry. The maid from next door came over and brought the 3 year old daughter to play with Carter and Caleb. So she’s holding and playing with the baby while Lucy is folding clothes. Win.Win.Win.
In case you’re following our “Where’s Robin?” adventure, I did make it to the embassy yesterday (no good mail though) and I made it to and from rugby practice without incident. I may try to do some more driving later, but that almost seems like pressing my luck.
Even though we still have all our administrative “issues” and now they are talking about our shipment from Egypt being over the weight limit — don’t get me started on that. I hardly had anything there to begin with, and it was a forced evacuation, it’s not like I chose to have the items shipped . . . oops, getting sidetracked. In short, life is good and I’m glad I’m not Obama. Or Osama.