I would like to out a falsity in American cinema. In all of those folksy charming movies about the farm, every morning when Pa Joe gets up to till the soil, he is awakened by the sound of his faithful rooster cock a doodle doing at the crack of dawn to let him know that his day has started. This one time deal signifies a new day and Mr. Rooster goes to bed until tomorrow morning at sunrise.
This, is a crock.
It is absolutely not true. Don't get me wrong, the roosters DO crow at dawn. But not just once, more like 8 times. And then again at breakfast. At least twice during the hour of 9, 10, 11, 12...you get the idea. They also crow when they damn well feel like it, when no one is paying them any attention, and when they feel like fertilizing those eggs (which I have twice witnessed in one week). I rather officially HATE roosters.
Other than that, Constanza is great. I got my toes painted Dominican style yesterday so they are now a pattern of yellow, black, and silver glitter. Be jealous.
Andrew, Dean, and I go to Catholic mass once a week to meet with our youth group. I actually kind of like going to mass. Even when Andrew gives me the most terrible church giggles to the point that we both have to silently wipe tears from our eyes and all the Dominicans think that we are certainly the most pious of beings.
We find out in just under two weeks where we're going (sans too many details) and hearts are seriously aflutter at the prospect of your homes for the next two years.
One of these days I'll post pictures, especially so you can see my fabulous toes.
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Can't wait to see your toes!
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