Appariently, Erica sent Karla a gummy eyeball.
It turned into a battle. I won. Then Karla ate the eyeball and didn't feel so good. But that is expected after eating an eyeball. Even if it is gummy.








A couple of days ago, Elsie sent Karla a wonderful box, sending Karla into an "I can't cut the tape!" panic, since pocket knives are not allowed in this country. Good thing I was there to help.

Later that same day, Jeff, Karla and I were on our way to the British Museum via Oxford Street. We encountered some Storm Troopers, but Karla talked us out of the sittuation.


This is me outside the British Museum, which has many many cool treasures of the world, such as the Rosetta Stone, Asyrian Temple bits that David may have passed by before the lion's den, pieces of the Parthenon, and mummies.

Tuesday we ventured to Camden, where you can buy anything, including these beautifully colored tapestries.