fo' mo funnies

Plucking unibrows seems to be in, as far as the ladies are concerned. But when EB insisted on attacking Mo's growth, he balked, and upon a little nudging by EB I was to assure him it's perfectly normal. Gladly, he didn't push hard for any confirmation, so rest assured, my brow remains the uni it always was...

Dentists are not popular doctors in this country--the fact is as plain as the smiles on the local faces. It was not surprising, then, that people often don't see one for years and years, often waiting until it's time to buy dentures (which, by the way, I saw for sale on a table full or knick-knacks in Marrakech this weekend). Mo was no exception. I say "was," because out of his devotion to his new love, EB, he made not one, but two visits to the dentist as of late. Two visits because his gums were bleeding so badly he had to be sent home mid-session. The man is a saint--he now has a three-step process to follow each meal. In the name of love...

Lionel Ritchie has been a part of our lives for a while now. Say you, say me / Say it together... Mo loves this song, and when around the house is often heard singing these few lyrics. Imagine our delight when a Greatest Hits VCD appeared one day--full of fun hits and amazing music videos from the early 80's to go along with them...

The local authorities keep close tabs on foreigners staying in the area, be it in hotels, riads, or guest houses. We finally got a tap tap tap on our door one recent morning--the man in charge of our district wanted to know why the owner of our house hasn't been registering his guests. We basically sent him after the owner, claiming no responsibility, as really we're just guests of his, but not before a chicken came running into the kitchen, squawking and making a general commotion. Mo, good guy he is, finished translating our way out of problems with the authorities, but not before he cornered the chicken and sent him back on his merry way to our next-door neighbors' place.