Wednesday, March 12, 2003
at 9:11 PMFrench Fries: France :: Quesadillas: Denmark
April informed me she rather indirectly coordinated the conjuction of Jarred and Donna for that Sadie Hawkins thing the school throws. Donna felt compelled to go, for reasons on which she elaborated but which I did not comprehend fully. I suspect that she is a girl, but I chose not to inform her of this. I didn't want to hurt her feelings.
I became Cha! Cha! again for approximately five hours this evening. Zach came by and banged me in the head, for which I slugged him (after ascertaining the negative presence of wee ones). I frightened three wee ones into tears. Two unsupervised wee ones harassed me in Spanish for a good half hour. I could not slug them.
Apparently, Rebecca Bauler and Drew Smith set up a German Club excursion to Rudi Lechner's, to take place April 12th. I love the fact that the restaurant is owned by a German guy, and the house band is German, but people of Hispanic origin do the cooking.
And whilst I am on the subject of foreign food: calling them "Freedom Fries" does not make them cease to be "French Fries", even if they did originate from France, which, by the way, every school child knows they did not. Congress really knows how to stay on task during times of crisis.
The United States has the French quaking in their beanies, boy howdy.
Donna expressed concern the government would place her in an interment camp (she is one-fourth Korean). I responded to this with:"Gee, it sounds like you have a bit of a problem on your hands."
When the shit hits the fan, I am going to do what every other full-blooded American would do: drop my support, duck, and cover. The most recent addendum to this list is, of course: duct tape. On the carpet. Sealing shut the toilet lid. Binding my younger siblings' feet and hands together.
Ausgezeichnet.
