The last few days have been busy. Friends from Australia (aka Kylie and kids) visiting, trips to the ER for said friend (no emergency, but her traveler’s insurance requires her to go to the hospital rather than doctor). Avi broke her fifth metatarsal. Similar to Mordecai, but in the joint this time. She is on crutches which she loves and hates with equal passion.
We’ve made two trips to Walmart. One sans children, the other with so many children walking through the store was like parting the Red Sea as people saw us approach and fled. The barista at Starbucks warned me against shopping there because of how badly they treat their employees. I told her I was truly sorry about that, but I have 14 kids, and would she prefer me to shop there and pay my own bills, or go on Welfare and shop at GAP? The conversation was pleasant and ended with smiles on both ends.
I am more than happy to buy clothes at GAP (when I find them on sale) and don’t actually buy clothes at Walmart (aside from socks and undergarments), but we do buy our toiletries there. Sorry Starbucks employee…I got Kylie to try a cup of coffee (Cinnamon Dulce Latte) about which she said, “It’s not bad”. Kylie won’t let me take her picture or post it online, which makes me assume she is part of some Australian Witness Protection Program. A program where coffee is forbidden and fostering adorable children strongly encouraged. In this program there is obviously plenty of time to stalk American bloggers and plan long adventures in foreign countries.
Sounds kind of fun, actually.