It has not been a good day

Dear Los Angeles drivers,

Going backwards at a green light is not the same as going forward. Just so you know.

My sanity would prefer if you remembered this rule.

Love and kisses,

Me

Geography lesson

Today at the grocery store, I peeked at the fish counter and saw cooked crayfish for $3.99/lb. Yum yum. The condensed conversation with the fish monger went something like this:

Him: "So are you from the South?"
Me: "Oh no, I'm from London, England."
Him: "Oh! So the east coast?"
Me: "Uh no, England. The country."
Him: "Which part of England? Like Paris?"
Me: "......."

Observe the wonders of the American public school system at work, dear readers. Isn't it terrifying?

At last, an update!

I haven't updated in a while, have I? Sorry about that, folks!

In the time I've been away, I passed my driver's test! I never bothered to learn because growing up in London meant I had a lot of public transport to rely on to get me from A to B. Sadly in LA, it is almost impossible to get around easily without a car, and so I bit the bullet and learned to drive. I passed first time, and received my license on Friday; I must be one of the only people in the country with a decent photo!

And now of course, that means I have an officially recognized form of ID. I had a rather rude wake-up call a few months ago when attempting to buy Sudafed, a decongestant containing pseudoephedrine. Despite having my British passport and my green card, I was turned away. The reason? They had to scan a state ID or driver's license into their system and without it, no drugs. How very frustrating.

Recently I have agreed to a grocery swap with an expat friend of mine. She is an American living in England, and requested that I send her some American staples in return for English grub of my own. Sounds like a fair deal to me, and should save us both a tidy sum in import costs.

On a parting note, I've been reading more blogs lately, and one caught my eye. The author mentioned that the teacher of her children asked if sarcasm was a common form of humor in her household, to explain her kids' behavior. She responded "y'think?" It made me smile, since sarcasm is such a common form of humor in the UK that you become the rarity if you don't use it.