... will our heroine ever blog again???
Yeah, just probably not this week.
I've been working, see, and the kids are home, and there are gifts to be wrapped and Christmas morning coffee cakes to be baked and I just realized that I forgot to pick up one of my gifts for my husband and we have 2 parties to go to tomorrow and between the 2 parties we have an hour to spend in our so-secret-we-don't-even-turn-on-the-heater church in celebration of Christmas, which is, for some unexplicable reason, barrelling at me faster than I can run.
But no, for those of you who are wondering, we haven't gotten an assignment yet. Though my faithful readers have guessed that we were considering a bid on Nairobi (if I gave out prizes, Leesonthego would be our winner!). For now, we're leaving the list alone and waiting for someone, anyone, to call us and tell us why every other bureau within the State Department has managed to make assignments except ours.
And yes, if you're wanting to know, it's bitter cold here and smoky-aired and we're all coughing. Plus which, we're enduring hour after hour of truly awful Chinese Christmas carols, played at super-high volume, everywhere we go. Also, there's some strange vomit virus running through town, and two of my kids have already fallen victim (possibly three, if you count Kyra's vomit the day we went to meet Santa. She may have been Patient X).
But I digress. The point of this post is, I don't have time to post right now. I do have a nice article to link you to, from this month's beijingkids: this one is about my son's fantabulous P.E.teacher. Read it, love it, stumble it, digg it.
For those of you who celebrate, I wish you the happiest Christmas ever. May Santa bring you a pink skateboard, or whatever it is you most wish for. And may your church have central heating.