‘Do Not Wash Hands in Plates’ by Barb Taub #TuesdayBookBlog #BookReview
Thank you SO much Alison for this entertaining review!
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My Review of Do Not Wash Hands In Plates by Barb Taub #Tuesdaybookblog
This time I’m the one who gets to reblog one of Judith’s posts! I’m so excited about her 5-star review …
Do Not Wash Hands In Plates ~ by @barbtaub #Travel #Memoir #Humour #SundayBlogShare
I can’t thank you enough for this fabulous review! [Barb grinning like a fool]
Reblog: 5 Star #bookreview for DO NOT WASH HANDS IN PLATES via @terrytyler4
It’s short, a very pleasant afternoon’s reading, and so funny! I started off highlighting passages for quotes, soon realising I would end up quoting more of the book than I was leaving out. Not many books make me laugh out loud, but this did.
About that Happily-Ever-After? Chapter 3…
Once Upon a Time:Chapter 1~
A girl met her prince. He was tall, dark, and handsome. (Actually, he was a Republican. But he was definitely tall.) They fell in love, and got married. *
Did you know? A beginners guide to reblogging on #WordPress
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
I’m no technical genius and when I first started blogging, I needed to learn my way…
New Release! Do Not Wash Hands in Plates #Travel #humor #India
As far as I could tell, the Ahmedabad Airport was staffed by the entire Indian army, each soldier carrying a honking huge gun. I grabbed my suitcase and exited baggage control into India. Noise. Chaos. People, dogs, honking horns, more people. More soldiers. More guns. Dozens of sincere men who called me “Sister” and suggested they could take me anywhere on the planet I might want to go.
Barb Taub 