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The Germans Are Coming!

So the boy's parents friends are in from Germany.  I tell the boy, sure! have them over, they can stay here or just stop in for some nosh and drinks....no problem!  For anyone who knows ANYTHING about Germans, they are punctual and exacting.  Being late is a national crime punishable by having to drive in the right lane on the autobahn in a Yugo.

So, 4pm Sunday we get ready to welcome Dieter and Elke (real names not used to protect the innocent).  I prep a tray of tea sandwiches, peppers and cheese, a selection of champagne, beers, teas, etc.....we are ready to roll.  4:15pm, no word, no call no sign.  4:30pm, the boy is getting hungry, he knows of all the food in the fridge. 4:45pm, we start discussing eating what we prepared.  4:46pm my girlfriend, her special doberman pinscher Weber and her two awesome little boys stop in for a quick hello before they head back out to western pennsylvania.  5:00pm, no Germans, bust out the food, start chowing.  5:15pm Weber, who hasn't been able to poo in days decides the middle of my great room floor is the optimal spot and hello poopy.  5:17pm, "ALLO? ALLO?, I hear from the front door, I ask the hubs and everyone in the room, if they hear it.  With all the commotion no one else did, and I am scrubbing up poo.  Everyone runs to the front door to find the Germans.  They walk in and find me on my hands and knees wiping up poopy with a bag of it next to me.  "Hungry?  I ask."  I bet none of you ever thought for a moment that the optimal position to meet a person is on your hands and knees with poopie bags.  So chic.  So circus.  So me.

Their reaction, so German.  So, we get settled, my friend packs up the kiddies and we sit to eat.  The first thing out of the Germans mouths are, "Could you tell us a good place to eat?"  RIGHT. What about all the food in front of you?   OK, I see how this is going to go.  She then asks for coffee, so I have to drag out the maker. I of course don't put enough beans in and it comes out like water.  Elke drinks it, but I can see it goes down like razor blades.  Instead of speaking to us in English, they spent the next 30 minutes speaking in German to the boy.  Ahhhhhh......  He did tell me they asked multiple times about our ages.  We are the same age as the boy's parents, but apparently look much younger.  They could not believe how old we were.  What that has to do with the price of Turnips in Bangladesh is far beyond me.........

We sent them to our local restaurant that we love so dearly, the boy went with them.  During the time they were there, another girlfriend of mine and her dog dropped by and we were imbibing on the back patio whent hey pulled up.  Can you imagine what they are thinking?    Who are these "20 somethings" that do nothing but eat, drink and hang out with dogs? 

Pancake Update

So the great love of pancakes continues.  I have now introduced the boy to Blueberry pancakes, which I still make him every morning before school.  Who am I?  What is my name?  I am compelled to make this boy breakfast every morning. I shoo away my husband when he tries to interfere.  The boy is 17 and perfectly capable, but I am defending my breakfast turf with the boy.  Whether he is doing it because he reads the blogs or now, he comments the whole way through his Pancakes on how much he loves them.   I am cheap and easy, and I will take that.....

Googling Cybil

He also finally found out who Cybil is.   BWAHAHAHAHAHA!  13 personalities.  He googled it, he googles everything.  He now asks me for my phone while we are out so he can randomly google.