To the girl who sighs with envy when she hears that wedding bell
I spent my sick day elbow deep in food, which is always an amazingly good idea when you have a sneezy cold.
I washed my hands lots and didn't sneeze on anything, don't get all feisty. I'm just sayin'.
I did make Irish soda bread, which was a first. I'm not at all certain I've ever actually had soda bread before, so I don't know if it turned out or not. But it tastes all right. My first plan was to make the bread, and then I realized I didn't have one of those pastry blender things and wasn't sure what to use as an alternative so I decided to nix the soda bread and make something else instead, and then ten minutes later I apparently forgot that I decided not to make the bread and went ahead and started to make it. And then when I got to the pastry blender part I remembered that I had forgotten and just mashed at the mix with an ulu, and then a whisk, and then a spatula, and then I just said a few naughty words and declared it "probably good enough" and moved on. I guess it all worked out anyway.
Also today some guy called on the apartment line and asked for Erik. He asked for him by first name, so I'm thinking, probably not a telemarketer, right? I tell him Erik is currently unavailable and ask to take a message. The guy says, "Oh, I see. This is Mrs. Berg?" Except he didn't pronounce the ? at all, so it didn't sound like a question so much as a statement: this is Mrs. Berg. Which confused the daylights out of me, because while I've only ever met Erik's mother once, she certainly wasn't a man. So in my confusion, my articulate response is, "Huh?" He repeats himself, I repeat myself, he finally asks it in the form of a question and I'm confused again because I had assumed this guy knew Erik personally or something, but if he's asking if Erik is married to me then apparently he has never met Erik, so I say "huh?" one more time, at which point the guy sighs in exasperation and says he'll try back later.
Mara gets asked that a lot, too, when answering the phone for Erik. The telemarketing world must think he has this whole harem of women here to answer the phone for him, and one of them is apparently retarded, poor dear.
I washed my hands lots and didn't sneeze on anything, don't get all feisty. I'm just sayin'.
I did make Irish soda bread, which was a first. I'm not at all certain I've ever actually had soda bread before, so I don't know if it turned out or not. But it tastes all right. My first plan was to make the bread, and then I realized I didn't have one of those pastry blender things and wasn't sure what to use as an alternative so I decided to nix the soda bread and make something else instead, and then ten minutes later I apparently forgot that I decided not to make the bread and went ahead and started to make it. And then when I got to the pastry blender part I remembered that I had forgotten and just mashed at the mix with an ulu, and then a whisk, and then a spatula, and then I just said a few naughty words and declared it "probably good enough" and moved on. I guess it all worked out anyway.
Also today some guy called on the apartment line and asked for Erik. He asked for him by first name, so I'm thinking, probably not a telemarketer, right? I tell him Erik is currently unavailable and ask to take a message. The guy says, "Oh, I see. This is Mrs. Berg?" Except he didn't pronounce the ? at all, so it didn't sound like a question so much as a statement: this is Mrs. Berg. Which confused the daylights out of me, because while I've only ever met Erik's mother once, she certainly wasn't a man. So in my confusion, my articulate response is, "Huh?" He repeats himself, I repeat myself, he finally asks it in the form of a question and I'm confused again because I had assumed this guy knew Erik personally or something, but if he's asking if Erik is married to me then apparently he has never met Erik, so I say "huh?" one more time, at which point the guy sighs in exasperation and says he'll try back later.
Mara gets asked that a lot, too, when answering the phone for Erik. The telemarketing world must think he has this whole harem of women here to answer the phone for him, and one of them is apparently retarded, poor dear.
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