Ich heisse Faith. Scheisse. Guten Morgen. And that, my friends, is the extent of my German language skills. Pretty impressive, eh? Joe’s been studying German, hoping he gets to go back for a project that would keep him there for anywhere from a month to three months. So I’ve picked up a word or two here and there. Although I will confess that I have known scheisse for years, and it’s one of my favourite swear words. Joe got home from Germany and told me that he now knows what it means and I’m not allowed to say that. To that, I respond, scheisse! I’ll say what I want to say.
My phone is totally and completely hosed. I was about to read a text message from the incomparable Izzybella on Sunday, and it suddenly went dead. I went to the Sprint repair center yesterday, and they agree that it’s totally and completely hosed, and they’ve ordered me a new one. Normally, I guess, it would be there the next day, but he said because it was so late it would probably be Thursday before it arrives. So if anyone needs to reach me in the meantime, shoot me an email, please. Or you can call Joe’s phone, and if you need that number shoot me an email, please. 🙂
That is all. Sehr gut. (Right? It’s all good?) Okay, guess I know a wee bit more German. I know a few numbers in German, but not even enough to count to ten, and I certainly don’t know how to spell them. So if you’ve read this far, danke. Bitte? Is that please?
And for the record, I know how to say good-bye and thank you in Russian, although I cannot spell them even in English, much less in Cyrillic. Thank you sounds like spice-e-buh, and good-bye sounds like duh-svedanya. Unless I have them mixed up with each other. Which I doubt.
And then I have a little Italian as well. One of these days I’d like to really buckle down and study languages.
Okay, and this really is all. You may now return to your regularly scheduled life.