Yesterday, I asked a friend how much I should be willing to embarrass myself on my blog. Ever a caring friend, she replied quickly, “As much as you’re comfortable with; I want to laugh”.
I’ve debated sharing this video for about a week, and last night I decided to share it with you. While we were in India, we got to spend some time with some beautiful people living in slums. On one occasion, we were receiving an impromptu tour of the street outside of the slum where many families dwell. Someone busted out a drum and began playing. The kids began asking me over and over to dance. I looked around, eager for back-up from my Canadian friends–no luck. The drum beats got faster and the kids more excited…and I am highly susceptible to peer pressure.
Now. I would hate to be the only one providing laughter-fodder for this blog; it’s Varun’s turn. I don’t know if you’ve heard, but it’s been super cold recently. It’s been about -18 C/0 F for the past few days. Yesterday, Varun had to do a site visit that required he spend significant time outside. As we were getting ready for bed, he peeled off his socks dramatically.
Varun: Oooh good. I was worried.
Varun: My steel-toed boots aren’t insulated and water got into my boots. I thought I had…snow…snowflake-bite.
Me: Ha ha ha!
Varun: Snow bite?
Me: Ha Ha!
Varun: Are you laughing at your husband?
Me: Ha ha! Yes. Oh. That’s cute. It’s frostbite, honey. Frostbite.
I giggled myself to sleep picturing snowflakes biting Varun’s toes….