Please don't shoot me; I'm a diplomat!
So I've been a little busy and haven't had a chance to update my blog. Sue me. Really, it's just that I've been spending my days learning Khmer and my nights dancing/dominating at Buck Hunter - and I have a hard time expressing how ridiculous my language instructors really are. As much as I would love to share the English translations of some of the best tidbits I have learned, this is a public blog and children might read it. Yes, my little old Cambodian lady instructor taught me how to say very vulgar things. Things that would make even a girl from Jersey blush...or at least giggle a little bit. I love my job.
So instead, I will share a photo I took in Georgetown when there was still snow on the ground. Now get off my back (Kat).