AAAYYYY!!!! parti mbili

Let us begin by telling you that this is our third attempt at writing "AAAYYYY!!!!! parti mbili". Welcome back! We're currently jazz snapping to some of the most soulful gospel music we personally have ever heard. It actually sounds like a mix between Jesus Christ superstar and a cut from Aladdin, with maybe a twist of Kenny G. If Kenny G sang, this is what he would sound like. It's a good thing Kenny G doesn't sing.

Anyway, to continue our family tree, Beth Ann is married to the father of the group, Sofi. Papa Sof is actually our guest BLOGGER today. Ironically, Sofi is possibly, and when we say possibly we mean definitely, the most feminine person in this group. The Sofinator, derived from fellow Californian and former body builder, the govenator, is also living the American Dream. Sofi resides on the father branch because she reigns over the group with a firm hand, but a weak wrist. She has never actually carried her own suitcase, cleared her own plate, or in honor of Lamu, muled the water from our academic directors home to our own. However, these weak wrists are sheathed in elbow length gloves. Everyone is blinded by love for our dearest sof, so we graciously help carry her load!

Next is our first born, Maggie. Tall and lanky with a face that could launch a thousand dhows. If she wasn't Helen of Troy she'd be Julia Styles from "10 Things I Hate About You". When she's not busy starting the war to end all wars (sorry achilles) she enjoys a glorious Backstreet Boys cut. Maggie gave us the greatest gift we could ever get, AMANDA BYNES.

Where there is a Will.... there is an infant. Let us quote a man much smarter than ourselves, and for that matter Will, when we say that will is our "fruity shampoo" scented "candle in the wind". Will may actually be the most laid back person we have literally ever met. The fact that we make him rage on a daily basis is no small feat. Will's position at being the only boy is not an easy seat to fill, however, he sits on his throne/high chair in all of his rasta glory.

Ali is from Oregon, but we tell everyone we got her from the pound. Alis is not mutt however, she is a purebred golden retriever. Absolutely loved by all, especially the African men, even when she pees on things. Most notably her own arm when she got a jellyfish sting.

It should be of no surprise to our avid readers that we have managed to solidify our places as the terrible toddler twins, with part time positions as the grand-pa (Elan) and crazy aunt (Molly). To give you a better idea of who each person is in the group we have come up with a series of more analogies.

If we were all mixed drinks:
Sofi: Cosmo
Molly: Tequila sunrise
Elan: Dirty Shirley
Ali: Pina Colada
Will: Burbon sour/ Appletini/white russian
Maggie: Rum and Coke
Beth-Ann: Bloody Mary

If we were Super Heroes
Will: Robin
Beth-Ann: Wonderwoman
Ali: Invisigirl
Sofi: Catwoman
Maggie: Yellow Power-ranger
and We would walk through life holding hands as the Hulk and Quail-man

If we were cities
Maggie: Prague
Will: Mumbai
Molly: Rio d.
Elan: the lost city of Atlantis
Ali: Sydney
Beth-Ann: Montreal
Sofi: Madrid

In current news we have actually gotten some free time which we spend on Shella (Google image it!) eating fresh mangoes, samosas, riding camels, swimming and working on our tans. It is frightening how aware you become of your own whiteness here, at first we felt very out of place, and found it very curious the way children were contantly laughing, pointing and pulling at our every limb... We assumed we had some chakula, that is swahili for food (we don't normally endorse the usage of foreign languages in a BLOG, but we think it's important to know how to say food in every language) However, that is neither here nor there, what is clear, is that it wasn't food on our face it was our face on our face.... Thus we have been working on our tans.

In a related note, the tables have turned, Molly upped her pealing sunburn count, while Elan has held strong. The score stands thus; Molly: 3 Elan:5

Push-update: Molly: 11 Elan:7

In closing, last night we were kickin it homie style as the only people in a bar smoking hookah and watching the greates cinematic adventure this world has ever seen, Miami Vice.

XOXO,
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