Ndgree, the Grand Remonstrator
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Travel tips, complaints, and observations from 5 years of nomad life. Former Asia expat. Mom of @Faineg but not responsible for Alf except tangentially. Likes are free. Don’t be stingy.
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Right? But you could remind her it’s never too late …
I remember apologizing to you that we weren’t shittier parents so you didn’t have depths of trauma to unravel. I mean we did make you do dishes and learn to drive when you didn’t want to but I suppose those are shallow waters.
I taught you to blow kisses at angry drivers.
The women on the left did not want to climb every mountain.
A black and white photo of 3 women on the top of a mountain in traditional 18th century dress with umbrellas. One with a vey unhappy expression.
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Bali was great. Everywhere else we’ve been pales in comparison.
The only way to have a discussion with my husband’s family is to interrupt. Otherwise it’s all song with no response.
I wish I knew which evil genius in hotel management convinced priority guests that bottles of water are a perk. It comes out of the tap for free here in the US. We could have had something worth something but no, now we complain that we didn’t get something we could get for free anyway.
I went in for a routine Mammogram at 1:00 and had the (negative) results back from my doctor by 3:46. Second time it’s been a few hour turnaround. American medicine does some things very well.
Our below neighbors in Hong Kong had geese to protect their house. We enjoyed watching them waddling around being general assholes to delivery people.
The Roman’s loved fish sauce too.
I often have to leave the table rather than listen to them crunch through a chicken leaving a carcass you could immediately mount for a museum.
Smart man. Ah. My husband knew who he is and approved of his excellent taste.
I add it to greens, especially collards.
Once a year for my Birthday I have original recipe KFC (thighs) and a bottle of fancy Champagne. Then I toast the biscuits with butter and honey for breakfast the next morning.
What foods do you love that you fully acknowledge make you a pervert for loving them?
I did and not for me but I do not judge.
Our go-to despite being Southern back all the generations. No shame either!