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.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Conversation with a four-year-old
I'm out of Silk, so instead I'm making hot tea for breakfast in lieu of coffee today.