Life was drastically simple today. Leftovers, lots of school books, some Biblestudy. Snuggled in with Real Gil and three kids, our lives are "sweet and small, but hopefully not narrow," as I'm inclined to say to anyone who will chuckle at my dumb repeat jokes.
But I guess I am a bit narrow-minded.
Gil brought this to my attention tonight, when he brought out one of the momentos he hauled across the Pacific Ocean.
It was this.
It required a quick Google search. And with little onlookers watching my every reaction, I tried to remain neutral. Until I read this part on wikipedia:
[Weasel Coffee] is made from coffee berries which have been eaten by and passed through the digestive tract of the Asian Palm Civet (Paradoxurus hermaphroditus) and other related civets. The civets eat the berries, but the beans inside pass through their system undigested.
Six-year old Punkin scrunched up her face and shouted, "Blech!!"
Gil loved it. He says he's going to try it. Of course, his stomach's been acting up since he got home. What's the harm in a cup full of hot E-Coli?
Next time, I'm specifying that any Asian country will have good silk underwear. I'll take a pair of those. In the meantime, if you've ever wanted to come over and have a good cup o' Joe at our house, you might want to reconsider...at least until I can sneak this pound of pebbles off the premises.
Dear Gil. I love that man. And I love his humor. But doesn't he understand, we've had our fair share of poop in this house lately?