And yes, except for papas a la huancaina, I cooked all of this myself, from scratch, as always. I rule.
The fantasy I cherished of Klara and her 2-year-old cousin playing happily together while we all admire their friendship and love for each other collapsed under the weight of full-blown sibling rivalry.
Klara always shares her toys with friends and even strange kids. But the sight of her cousin touching any of her belongings – or any of his own belongings – makes her very angry. The kids fight constantly. If one of them stands in a certain spot, the other urgently needs to stand in that same spot. And the pushing, kicking and screaming begins. How they know that the other kid is not just any kid but a relative and thus needs to be bugged and hounded is a mystery.
So instead of admiring cute scenes of happy babies playing together, we get to run after them, trying to prevent them from gouging each other’s eyes out. After engaging in this pastime for several days, N announced he urgently wants more kids. I have no idea how he arrived at that conclusion but here you have it.
Not surprisingly, Trudeau’s approval ratings are in the toilet.
It’s not good to laugh at dumb people but this one is irresistible.
Oh, so they’ve always been this apocalyptic. Good to know.
I’ve got to do something about my news feed so that in the new year it brings me the kind of articles that I like and not the self-pitying garbage I see so often in it.
The New Year is almost here, folks! I hope everybody is ready to celebrate. And I hope everybody’s lists of resolutions are done. I’m going with monthly resolutions, instead of the yearly ones because that way they are easier to control.
What a great holiday.