When your ideal vacation has come to involve anything with snow and ice.
August is the worst month in Egypt, the hottest month, and the month I dreaded the worst. It seems like my time here has flown by- where did July go? I put it down somewhere and can’t find it again and now its August. Sheesh.
And also already the 8th of August which happened to be the beginning of the Olympic Games (whoopdeedoo), and more importantly my beloved’s birthday.
Kol sana wa inta tayeb habibi. Bahebak.
I’ve been so busy with God only knows what, I have so much I want to blog about but there always seems to be something more important to do. Even now I should be sleeping and not online, we’ve got to leave early to go back to my favorite place on earth: the ministry of (in)justice. The flaming hoops are all ready and waiting for us to jump through.
I apologize for the serious lack of postage, but if anyone’s got any spare hours of the day laying around not being used please send them over.
Man its hot in this country, sometimes it seems like I spend more quality time with the A/C than I do with Mr MM.
