tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290565396038752538.post244002222180145303..comments2023-11-30T21:23:29.371-08:00Comments on Twintensity: You Bitch! (Pardon Our English: Part Two)Twintensityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10913449903223318760noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290565396038752538.post-56705869705555858362010-01-20T11:48:52.477-08:002010-01-20T11:48:52.477-08:00There's an American children's word for re...There's an American children's word for rear-end that I can't for the life of me remember - that means "female body part" in English in any other country. SO that when we are talking about sliding down the hill on our "fannies' - it might be fannies - people are wondering how the heck one manages to get into that position. And why one would be writing about it in a children's book!Twintensityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10913449903223318760noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290565396038752538.post-40241714806303715972010-01-20T10:03:07.971-08:002010-01-20T10:03:07.971-08:00Did I ever tell you about my old friend Jonny? I m...Did I ever tell you about my old friend Jonny? I mean that literaly - he was old. About 90.<br />So Jonny the sailor (that's what we called him - because he was, in fact, a sailor)lived around the corner from us and would visit about four times a week. One day I was dog -sitting for a friend of mine and Jonny came over. Jonny LOVED Dogs. He always had one, but alas, got too old to have one any more. <br />He fell in love with my friends dog and asked it's name. Mercy - I told him. Now Jonny was really deaf, even with his hearing aid turned up on full blast. WHAT? he asked. MERCY I yelled back. And Jonny the sailor spent the better half of the afternoon in my back yard yelling for the dog.<br />MUSCHIE! HEAR MUSCHIE! LIZ - BRING DOCH DEIN MUSCHIE HIER.<br />True story.Liz's Worldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16030938752167167541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290565396038752538.post-61366052692544332282010-01-14T08:28:10.902-08:002010-01-14T08:28:10.902-08:00Oh no - I swear very appropriately! And fairly of...Oh no - I swear very appropriately! And fairly often. There's just never been a reason to when I'm out of the house, away from the kids, hanging out with my grown-up friends. But the kids know all the good ones in English too- they let me know when I carry it too far!Twintensityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10913449903223318760noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290565396038752538.post-84934392795762939262010-01-14T07:14:28.270-08:002010-01-14T07:14:28.270-08:00You're transferring. Or something. Don't a...You're transferring. Or something. Don't assume they're going to swear. Just because you worry that you swear in inappropriate circumstances doesn't mean they will, too. (I haven't noticed any inappropriate swearing from you, but maybe because I am generally a fan of the activity and my idea of "appropriate" is pretty broad.) Or just don't worry. Or shut me up and write your blog in peace!RChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03792736936075585807noreply@blogger.com