I was still ready to leave him/her/zir for the pie
These are the best sorts of compliments. The last one I got on my pie was "This is...artisanal." and later the same guy said "And there was no afternoon sugar crash!"
I was pleased as whatever. Go team pie.
(Although chocolate chess sounds like a sugar/fondant pie to me--I'm really all about the fruit. Not even pecan--full body shudder)
Aboot, my butt
I accept that, but your "loose" is totally Canuck.
I don't even know what that means, but I will accept that my loose is Canuck.
You should hear my accent come out when I yell at Oz.
The other people who need to say that phrase are Scottish. Not that they have meese, but it's a clear explanation of their accent.
There's a tightness in the "oo" of loose which all Canadians other than Sue also have in the "ou" of about.
We do not say aboot!
You totally say aboot, eh?
I have the Christmas presents in the suitcase! By being ruthless about what clothes I'm taking (because your parents have a washer & dryer, self), I think it will all fit.
Now it's time to wrangle the toiletries and electronics.
The other people who need to say that phrase are Scottish.
Also people with an old-school Tidewater accent.
I have the flu or a cold or some other achy, drippy plague, yet I still have to keep going to cancer-related medical things. I'm too sick to have cancer. Whine, whine.
I have the flu or a cold or some other achy, drippy plague, yet I still have to keep going to cancer-related medical things.
That seems really unfair.