More English Sunday-isms
Me, picking up my purse and heading towards the door: Are you ready Freddy?
C: "Freddy? My name is not Freddy."
Me: *in tears on the floor*
Later on that day:
C: Are you ready Freda?
C: You know, you said to me "Are you ready Freddy?", so I thought the girl equivalent would be "Are you ready Freda?"
Me: LOLLLLLL. But the whole point is that it rhymes!
C: I still don't get it....
I swear, French people sometimes.
Later on, we invited a friend over for dinner and I made tomates farcies (stuffed tomatoes). There was one left and we were discussing who would get it.
C: I know, we can make like Jesus.
C: You know, we can cut it in pieces and then it will multiply, like zee feeshes.
And lastly, I didn't even think this was possible, but I'm dating someone who just might possibly make even more lists than I do. The other night, I was saying "We should probably figure out some kind of cleaning schedule for the apartment". Cuz you know.....it takes a bit more work to clean 50m2 than it does a shoebox, where one quick sweep and I was finished. C said "Actually, I was meaning to bring that up. I've been working on an Excel spreadsheet with all of the different rooms and what needs to be cleaned in them, and I thought we could assign how long it was going to take, how often it should be done and who was going to do each one".
Cue my surprised silence. Here I was thinking we'd have a talk along the lines of "Oh yeah, we should probably vacuum the rugs at least once a week, maybe defrost the fridge twice a year, etc." But he has a SPREADSHEET people. He is a MAN who likes to CLEAN. This is all new territory for me. But trust me, I'm not complaining!
Labels: C's follies