I pretty much have something ridiculous to admit every day of my life. Today I have something weird, bizarre, and maybe just a teeny bit disturbing. I have been carrying the inside of a toilet paper roll around with me since Africa.
Yes, yes, I know. Eight months. Three continents. My husband likes to remind me, too.
I have a weird habit of writing down random thoughts and notes on whatever strange writable item I can find on a moment's notice. In my last days of Zim, as I zipped all over town wrapping up odds and ends of my African life, the bus names I collected ever since arriving never went unnoticed. Until the day I left, new fun and festive ones were always showing up thanks to some fabulous African entrepreneur's creativity. I'm only sorry I didn't get pictures of any of these. Here are the last of my bus names, which I admit are written on a toilet paper roll I would really like to get rid of before continent number four....
Not Guilty
Singing the Song
Physical
Cherry Car
Fab Fab
A Weight Off My Shoulders
Commander Joe
Chocolate Tastes Better
So I Get Lost
It Tasted Fine
Zebra Adventures
It's Okay
Good Medicine
Finally letting go of the toilet paper roll? Priceless.
