In which a tree-hugging, liberal neo-hippy vegan mama writes about her life as a transplanted Gringa in Ticolandia, animal rights, human rights, and anything else that might strike her fancy. She swears a lot and she can be rather snarky. You've been warned.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
More friends in low places
Yet another friend showed up for dinner last night. Will this never end? Never mind, that was rhetorical.
Hey, Mama, are you a big tarantula on my wall, say Mama?