You didn’t know I was bilingual, did you?
Well, bilingual is actually a bit of a stretch. I did, however, take two years of Spanish in college. I don’t want to tell stories, but my Spanish teacher was meaner than two rattlesnakes who hadn’t had any mice in a month.
Uh, I really hope she hasn’t stumbled upon my blog. For the record, some brown-nosers students loved her.
I shed tears over my Spanish class.
I lost sleep over my Spanish class.
I had evil, sinful thoughts because of my Spanish teacher class.
I’m glad it’s behind me. To this day, I still cannot watch Dora the Explorer without thinking of Spanish class.
Well, I told you that I’ve learned to crochet. In fact, I even showed you my Christmas tree. I’ll have to perfect that mistake before December, but now I am working on a blanket. FringeMan calls it my Mexican blanket, because it gives him enchilada cravings.
Bring on the salsa!