oh, the humidity

*I'm back! in the US of A from the PR of C. Let the retroactive blogging
onslaught begin!*

The tables have turned.

Mere months ago I was rejoicing in the Guangdong sunshine, laughing
at you snowbound suckers in the Rockies. Well, not anymore.

Humidity has arrived: curling our hair, clogging our pores, and sapping
us of the will to live. (Much like puberty.) At school, sweat-soaked children
wipe their dripping faces on our already damp clothes...


Poor girl.

... while at home, things begin to grow. My ILPeep Annie has cleverly
compiled a list of our more auspicious mold-growing belongings. It includes:

• Suitcases
• Scripture case
• Shoes
• Kristy's clothes (no one else's, for some reason)
• iPod armband
• The ceiling
• Mosquitoes

Then, the other day, I found another one.


My poor, poor passport. Not you too!