The Mister thinks that “Body Count” sounds so much better than Road Tally. It’s not like he reads my blog. He just snoops over my shoulder and makes funny comments. And then sticks his finger in my ear.
We arrived in the capital safe and sound.
It was a 37 dead dog, 4 dead cat and one undistinguishable kind of trip. I was worried that it was going to be a slower trip than that because when we left the mountains, the count was only at 1 dead cat and 6 dead dogs. But the Lord is gracious and compassionate. The trip turned out to be a lot better; although it felt like work there for awhile, “Come on, dead dogs!”
We went shopping a bit already. I found a bunch of hair accessories for Lola’s Christmas stocking. I thought I was going a little overboard, but then the total came to $20. I nearly ha-ha’d out loud. But that would have been haram. Instead, I bought myself a ridiculously huge hair clip to use under my scarf to make it look like I have big hair. It’s the desert equivalent to the push up bra.