Afternoon, biddies. Slept with the window open last night, I'm not sure what season it is over here really. Maybe I'm not in Kansas anymore at all - there are pink elongated balloons hanging from one of the trees in my park, I see it from my window even as we chat, it's like Glinda The Good Witch had a wet dream. (Another hen party no doubt, my little park seems to be where they all start out (SoFo being jammed with bars and pubs and restaurants.)
ROTFL at that
Netiesque comment - "I think I'm fluent but no one understands me" ha ha ha... Actually a good trick is to speak in your own language... When tourists ask for directions and I start to reply in English, if I notice that their English is very bad I will almost always swap to Swedish ( + gestures) instead because it's easier for me to use prosody and stuff in my own language and that makes the message more comprehensible
to them. They probably think I'm an idiot but hey it gets the job done.
Aww
Vinny, your dad... I'm not so sure I think he looks Nordic on that particular piccy but I have noticed that you do (did), a bit, and also your... cousin, was it? the gentle-looking doctor of ancient history you posted (or maybe you just posted his name and I did the snooping myself, I don't remember, but I saw his photo) - yes there's definitely a Viking trait. I'm trying to figure your dad's aura out, it's strong but what is it. I wouldn't be surprised if you told us he wanted to be a singer or a dancer or an actor or something, but felt as if he had had to give it up, I get those vibes from the photo. And a scent of an after shave with notes of rosemary, very nice, very clean. There, psychic reading done.
Must go find the Carrot Cake Tree. (Well if there's a *
bleep* tree...)
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