Oh pork, oh bacon, how could you do this to me? You were so tasty, And you looked great on the coals, But you wouldn’t stay down with the kimchi. There it is folks, I’m pretty certain that I have an allergy to really fatty pork and bacon. After visiting a Korean barbeque joint earlier in the week, I have spent the past four days mostly in bed, debating if my stomach ache was severe enough to warrant a doctor’s visit (see: no health insurance until I officially start working). Not much fun as you can imagine. After a whole heap of bland food, stomach meds from the pharmacy, and drinking my weight in water, I finally feel like I’m on the mend. Between long naps and binge watching the final season of How I Met Your Mother? (SPOILER ALERT: Team Robin. I wasn’t mad. Sloppy writing, but I ain’t mad) I did have a few hours of time when I was not curled up in pain to be productive. I used this time to get in touch with my inner domestic goddess. It was weird. I’ve never really had the desire to “nest” but after two days of staring at an apartment that was teetering on the brink of uninhabitable I was forced to break out the pearl necklace, heels, and cleaning gloves. Meaning, I didn’t bother changing out of my pajamas and I sprayed bleach on everything. Can I just marvel for a second at how ridiculously good it feels to accomplish a small bit of housework when your world is reduced to the space you live in? Take, for example, this big pink winter blanket we inherited from a fellow ESL teacher. It was coated with dust and smelled like something died in it but I was determined to make it clean again, those kind of blankets here are expensive people and we’re working on a small budget right now. Please see below the text exchange I had with the far more domestically-inclined Danny: I think cleaning is directly tied to the endorphin centers in Danny’s brain. He grabs a Clorox wipe: yesss Dust gone in one swipe: oh my God so good!!! There are more wipes and more dust!??: IT’S ALL TOO MUCH!!! Here he is cleaning dishes: So happy. Also ‘habibi’ means ‘baby’ in Arabic. Don’t judge, you know you call your person weird stuff too.
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Suzanne
9/18/2015 11:44:29 am
I love the waca waca dance. Takes the "Whistle While You Work" theme to a whole new level. Glad you made it through the Asian stomach adventure. Street food dining can be inspiration for your next play. Best to you both.
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Casey
9/18/2015 09:31:32 pm
Thanks for the love, 'Asian Stomach Adventure' definitely sounds like a great name and inspiration for a new play..hmm..my wheels are turning! Danny is very proud of waca waca dance, his beat boxing sound effects are especially fun to see in action.
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