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May. 6th, 2007 09:22 pmSewing on, sewing on... Still haven't hemmed the pants, but I'm nearly done another skirt! Oh, stop looking so surprised. In a few minutes I'm going to sit down with it to put the zipper in and finish turning in the waistband. I also made two pillowcases this weekend. Engrish pillowcases, for my brother who loves Engrish just as much as I do.
Speaking of my youngest brother, it was his birthday yesterday. He turned 20. O_O I spoke to him this morning but forgot to tell him that for me, he'll always be Petit Tarzan Amour who'd shriek with laughter when I'd lie on the floor on my back with my legs raised and he'd prop himself on my feet, so he could "fly". Then I'd try to grab his hands above my head and dip him down to kiss me without him squirming and falling on my face. We had our little ritual dialogue for this, too:
Him: Petit Tarzan Amour!
Me: Qu'est-ce que tu veux, Petit Tarzan Amour?
Him: Rien! *self-satisfied giggling*
I can't for the life of me remember how that got started. Now that I think about it, it's also odd that we did that in French, but maybe it's because he was only 2 or 3 years old and we hadn't settled on which language to use together yet. My brothers and I always speak English amongst ourselves and have for as long as I can remember, except for little exchanges like that one or when we played together with francophone friends.
Speaking of my youngest brother, it was his birthday yesterday. He turned 20. O_O I spoke to him this morning but forgot to tell him that for me, he'll always be Petit Tarzan Amour who'd shriek with laughter when I'd lie on the floor on my back with my legs raised and he'd prop himself on my feet, so he could "fly". Then I'd try to grab his hands above my head and dip him down to kiss me without him squirming and falling on my face. We had our little ritual dialogue for this, too:
Him: Petit Tarzan Amour!
Me: Qu'est-ce que tu veux, Petit Tarzan Amour?
Him: Rien! *self-satisfied giggling*
I can't for the life of me remember how that got started. Now that I think about it, it's also odd that we did that in French, but maybe it's because he was only 2 or 3 years old and we hadn't settled on which language to use together yet. My brothers and I always speak English amongst ourselves and have for as long as I can remember, except for little exchanges like that one or when we played together with francophone friends.
