So we’re at the Union game today and I’m telling the husbot that I want one of the new jerseys with Mo Edu’s number on it and he says, “You should tell your boyfriend.”
I replied, “You know, just because I say I want something, doesn’t mean I’m asking you to get it for me.”
And he says, “No, I didn’t know that. In 20 years of marriage, that never occurred to me.”
This makes me so sad. All this time he’s been trying to give me things, but all I wanted was for him to just accept me as I am.
In Germany we don’t say “I don’t care” we say “Das ist mir Wurst” which roughly translates as “This is sausage to me” I think that’s beautiful.
no you don’t understand we actually do say that
i crashed my car into a bridge
THIS IS SAUSAGE TO ME
My “friend” likes sports, but he’s never been interested in soccer. He just texted me now to ask what time the game is on tonight, because he’s out with a friend to eat and wants to ask the bar to turn the game on so he can watch. He’s interested in what I’m interested in. That is so cool.
In case you are wondering, the Philly Union are playing the New Jersey Pink Cows at 7:30 eastern.
She’s cleaning out a cabinet that no one ever opens while the rest of the room remains a cluttered mess because that makes complete sense. Tear everything out of the cabinet and make a bigger mess in the room than you started with, but at least the cabinet is clean.
The doc just cracked the hell out of my neck. Barf!
But! I can move it side to side now.