Sorry, I got rid of the post about my father's inability to speak the words of he whose name shall not be spoken.
(whisper) *Foreign Service*
I love him. Sometimes love has to be the putty used to fill in the cracks and nail holes of life.
I'll tell you about my dream instead. I was walking between classroom after classroom of German speaking adults. They were all dozing off and looked kind of disheveled and, well, European. They were repeating after the instructor, "Die, Der, Dem, Die, Der, Dem..." (But spoken like in a spooky movie voice.) Then in another room, everyone kept singing Silent Night, in German. Over and over and over. I woke up feeling very tense. My husband just laughed at me when I told him about it. Like *I'm* crazy.
I'm 3 bags behind in my bag-a-day removal plan. Time to start packing out zip-lock baggies, rather than garbage bags. Dang.