Driving Test: Still failed
Baking soda: Still missing at Shufersal; luckily Lisa came to save the day and brought me lots and lots of baking soda. It would be enough to fill a sandbox, if it wasn't already filled with vanilla sugar ("with cinnamon!") Sbad, I did look in the spice aisle, and I saw a promising container with white stuff in it, but it turned out to be "citric acid." I am hereby awarding 30 million poofahs to anyone who can come up with an actual recipe that calls for "citric acid."
Husband: In Turkey. I neglected to mention this previously. Donny left for Turkey on Sunday, for a business trip. Definitely more exotic than Seattle, where his previous business trips took him. I mean, in Turkey, you can get all kinds of cool stuff! Like......um ....hmmmm, wait, I'm sure I'll think of something... Delight? Rugs? Coffee? I'm personally hoping for a nice burka. Anyway, Donny is having a lovely time in Turkey, although there isn't much to eat other than the sad little tuna cans he brought, but we know he will make up for the lack of eating when he returns to the Land of Milk and Honey. (Here I am referring to the Microsoft office in Haifa.) He returns to us on Wednesday.
Mosquito bites: There are mosquito colonies (do mosquitos live in colonies? Flocks? Villages? Townships?) that are dedicated to torturing Ariella and me. For some reason, the men (and here I am including Yaakov as well, despite his penchant for clomping around in his sister's dress-up heels) do not seem to be as attractive to the pesky little buggers. (I had a burning desire to use stronger language than "pesky" but this is a family-friendly blog and so I will keep the strong language to a minimum, but because I am on a computer, I can say this: &%$^#$%%##%% mosquitos!) The mosquito bites actually wake me up in the middle of the night because they are so horribly itchy. Some days, every brain cell is consumed with the bites. Gotta scratch. Stop scratching them! Gotta scratch. Stop scratching! And so on. Today I noticed that I had three on my face. I put some anti-itch stuff on my face, and when I went to use the bathroom during the break in ulpan, I looked in the mirror and noticed the cream had dried and was flaking all over my face. I sure was a pretty picture! Why am I telling you this? Because Momz bugs me until I blog and I didn't really have anything to say tonight, and as I was typing I was scratching my face off (Stop scratching!) so now you know all about it.
Poofahs: Hereby awarded to "Sbad," Lisa, Momz, Yael, and Sharon "Anonymous" Sturm. To answer Laurie's question, no, there is no reward for poofahs. The reward is in simply collecting the poofahs and watching your collection grow.
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