Once upon an evening as I scrubbed the dinner wreckage, I looked out the window and discovered a mysterious creature. After intense examination we decided this mysterious creature was a slug. A big brown blob camping on my typhoon shutters. Eww, gross. Forget questions about how he got there, I wanted to know what was coming out of him.
The jury was out on whether the big brown blob was laying some babies or dropping a deuce, but Baldo's research concluded that BBB was indeed "dumping his truck."
That jerk pooed on my shutters!
And for the record, as soon as he took care of business he bolted. I feel so used.
On a brighter note there has been a strange sighting in the casa de Besich. We were lucky to catch a glimpse of the intruder before she apparated. We have nicknamed her "The Yellow Power Ranger." She's sneaky, she's quick, and she's strikingly beautiful dangerous.
Moving on, last night I found my new favorite snack.
To whatever genius married my two favorite flavors, BBQ and curry, into one treat: thank you.
Needless to say I made it to the top in one piece, but next time I'll bring a machete. I don't have a picture of me on the summit because, well, because...I don't really know why. Use your imagination.
Three weeks ago we moved into our new pad. We scored a nice little duplex situated deep in the jungle of Yigo, Guam. Care for a tour? Please, join me...
our yard/parking lot
view from the front door
f.y.i. those are banana trees. I just found out yesterday.
Now let us take a look inside where the magic happens...
my work space
Pink cabinetry is SO in right now. My fridge has feet...
the master suite
the uber spacious hall closet
the guest/storage wing
We are now accepting reservations. We might even clear out the boxes for you.
engineering at its finest
Sadly, the a/c vents didn't aim downwards. This is how we fixed it.
our froggy friend who visits every night
He blends in with the concrete slab a bit...hopefully he doesn't get stepped on!
The Chamorro culture has taught me that we need no more than the basics for survival and happiness. The furniture you see came with the house, we gave up the luxury of having two cars, and we don't have a washer, dryer, microwave or dishwasher, and yet, we are happily surviving. Perhaps "surviving" isn't the right word. We are happily living.