lost in translation

conversation between me and my (british) boyfriend:

he was in the bedroom and i was in the living room.

si:”sweetie, do you know where my khakis are?”
me: “check the closet, i just did laundry”
si: “what? why are they in the closet?”
me: ” i always put them in the closet, that’s where they go!”
si (coming into the living room, picking up his car keys off the counter): “here they are on the counter”
me: “huh? your khakis are in the closet.”
si: “i was looking for my CAR KEYS, not khakis you silly poppet”



3 responses to “lost in translation

  • Vanessa

    Hi, K! Our mutual friend, Heather, in Jonesboro, AR told me about your new blog. It’s great already. (And I hear the British BF is very hot, so you’ve got to post some pics.) Keep up the good work!

  • Aarwenn

    HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!I love British guys, but that always, always happens. I dated a British guy for a few months (much more casually then you are) and had similar problems several times, especially while on the phone. If we wanted to actually communicate, we resorted to email. 🙂

  • Aarwenn

    Oh, and what kind of engineer are you? What do you do?

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