Trade you.

I'll do your job today, whatever it is, if you come and pack for me. Not even anything breakable, so you don't have to be careful! Just some clothes and toys for goodwill.

Bah.

I hate boxes. And packing tape. And paper cuts.

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Bilingual Fun #1:

I have been with M. for so long that I no longer hear his accent. Therefore, it takes me by complete surprise when he says something a little .. off. Because I adore him and am a loving wife, I do not correct him. I find doubling over and laughing until I cry is a more valuable teaching tool. Like last night:

Darwin walks into livingroom looking for more newspapers. M., who has had a busy day of lounging about doing nothing, calls Darwin's attention to the tv. It shows a soccer player bleeding freely from his nose and a gash in his cheek.

D: Ouch, that's pretty. Thought soccer was supposed to be a non-contact sport.

M: Yeah I know. He got all cut up from the clits.

D: ...? The what? *images of extreme body piercing here*

M: The clits. What?

D: *begins doubled-over laughing here*

M: ...?

Few minutes later:

D: ahh.. *wiping tears from eyes* Honey, I think you mean cleats.

M: that's what I said!! Clits!! Don't start laughing again! What?? The bottom of their shoes, right? Clits!

D: No, no.. "cleat". "Clit" is.. you know what? Forget about it. I totally get why soccer is the world's most popular sport.

M:...? yes dear.

heh.

more later.



soundtrack: Savage Garden - "I Want You"