Part 1: Protecting the home you leave behind from burglary I hate thieves. I truly believe there is a special level of hell for people who steal from others (A very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theater).
25 years ago, an American couple traveling in Italy snatched up a hunk of some ruins as a souvenir, and wracked with guilt, returned it decades later. “We appreciate the gesture,” Italian police were quoted as saying. “But WTF. It’s a rock. It’s not like we even realized it was gone.”*
Last week, the hubby and I found ourselves in Munich for National Beer Day (insert joke here about how every day is National Beer Day in Bavaria). The hubby had a beer, and I had Johannisbeer juice, which we determined, after a lengthy discussion that nearly involved diagrams, to be currant juice (clearly, I am…
The Hubby and I got back from a week-long trip to Germany yesterday, and I’m in the throes of a nasty vacation hangover. (Not the worst one I’ve ever had, thankfully. The time I was 16 and returned from a three-week trip to Europe, heartbroken and so deliriously tired that all I could do was…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
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