If You Give a Mouse a Cookie

Last night, while serving dinner at the Hood, I asked one of our Egyptian staff members to translate a word into Arabic. I asked him to give me the Arabic word for “inappropriate.” Instead, he gave me an inappropriate Arabic word. Which I said. Without hesitation. As another Egyptian staff member walked up behind me.


I was going to blog about my vacation, but the desire to do so left just a moment ago. I didn’t really “vacate.” I spent two nights at a friend’s house, then entertained my parents for a few days and am now left with one day off before I go back to designing graphics tomorrow.