Well, we've made it through Day number 5 of the Englishpeople's visit. Or should that be something like Britishers? Or U.K.ites?
Our kids went back to school today and the Hughes and I hung around the house this morning before going on an outing this afternoon. Actually, that's not at all true. Kerry, Amy, Evan and I hung around the house and Dan went wandering through our town for over two hours. Our city's population is about 12,500, so I think by now Dan has probably met everyone.
At lunchtime, we scooped up my husband and drove to Madison, where Dan and Greg each sweated buckets after they tried the hottest of hot wings at Quaker Steak and Lube. Men.
Then we did a little shopping before heading home. Amy and Evan got some time in at the park across the street from our house with their daddy, then they ran wild at an indoor playground at the mall. It was only in the high 30s for most of the day, which means what in Celsius--maybe 2 or something? It was also windy, so it felt really cold.
Tomorrow it's supposed to warm up slightly, then Wednesday and Thursday are supposed to be better, about 12 Celsius or about 50 degrees. Still not too warm, but at least the kids may be able to go about without mittens.
In other news, both sets of children are quickly picking up words and intonations from each other. That's a benefit of cross-cultural visits, new language for the rest of their lifetimes. Of course, it's English and English, but still.
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Are you girls saying things like "eeh by gum" or "eh up lass" - mind you Amy & Evan don't say that either. Hope you are all having a good time and Happy Easter.
Umm, no. Our kids aren't saying that. Which is a good thing because I have no idea what those phrases mean!
Happy Easter!
Deb - They are filthy sexual terms. You should be ashamed of yourself Jeanette. Call yourself a grandmother?
We shall withhold your crocs.
What - and have me go barefoot on my next holiday, I promise to watch what I say in future and also not to teach your children anymore of those softie southern phrases. However, I could always make myself some guinea pig moccasins instead of the crocs.
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