So it's the middle of Passover school vacation, I'm dealing with three kids full-time, the smallest a toddler with massive chicken pox popping out all over her body, we've been driving all over the country visiting various family. To make a long story short -- days are being spent at the pool, nights are spent in chicken pox hell. There's been no time to check the computer, and there is nothing on any of the television sets except for neverending sports programming (the nine-year-old son) or Dora the Explorer or Barney (the two little girls, including Chicken Pox Girl)
So from deep in this news vacuum, I managed to pick up the phone late this afternoon and call Lisa and ask her, "Lisa, please, tell me, is anything happening anywhere in the world, because I have no way of knowing about it."
Pause.
Um, yeah. There was a suicide bombing in Tel Aviv, Lisa was sitting in a downtown cafe and heard it, and because she's a crazy journalist, ran towards it instead of away from it like a normal person. Here are her photos. Yuck.
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