So, Hubby sent me these attachments to read and ‘get to know’ on an intimate level regarding pensions and shit. After the first page, I started reading this: A pension under the…blah, blah, blah, annuation perpetuates by a 2% blah, blah, blah….fuck-it-all-and-move-to-Figiblah, blah, blah….
Yeah. I’m not sure how much ‘getting to know’ and ‘intimacy’ myself and this pension plan has. There will be no candle-lit dinners involved in THAT relationship…
We have booked an epic journey to New York departing Montreal following the Canada Games row-a-thon that D2 will be commandeering. Should be a hoot. After a week of forcibly attempting to speak ma Joey-French (to those of you who missed THE ENTIRE NINE YEARS OF FRIENDS AND IF YOU DID, I’M NOT SURE IF WE COULD STILL BE CONSIDERED FRIENDS, Joey-French was the mysterious French- language-interpretation that Joey thought he could speak and get away with. Unfortunately, that did not work out very well for him. HOW COULD YOU HAVE MISSED THAT ONE? SERIOUSLY. GO WATCH IT SO WE CAN GO BACK TO BEING FRIENDS.)
The poor people of Quebec will be so confused at my version of the French language they’ll ask that I switch to sign language. OR they’ll just think I’m high all the time. OR that I have some disability that makes me speak in tongues. So, they’ll ask son to speak on my behalf. Thanks Montreal.
New York is looking like a sand trap for tourists who revel in getting tragically lost at every turn or high from the exhaust fumes from all the traffic. SOUNDS PERFECT. Hubby is not thrilled with this choice…he wanted sand. And sun. And blue water. SUCK IT UP, DUDE. AND, we could be forcing him to sit through a Broadway show. I can’t wait to see his face after an hour of singing and dancing. HE’S GONNA DIE!!!! (This is the antagonistic asshole part of me. You. Are. Welcome.)
After scouring the internet for days on end, repeatedly pestering Bestie and D regarding our impending Journey into The Great Beyond, I have nailed down exactly NOTHING. Nada. Zilch. Fucking zero, people. City pass or Explorer Pass? Museums? They have a gagillion. Statue of Liberty? You gotta take a fucking boat to get there! Jeesh, I live on a Goddamned island and I GOTTA TAKE ANOTHER FUCKING BOAT?!! Ugh…I got the swearing down pat. AND, I’m working on ma New York accent…FUHGEDDABOUDIT…eh? Sort of a cross between a young DeNiro and an old Carol Channing with a Canadia twist. I SAID I WAS WORKING ON IT.
It’s all confusing and exciting at the same time…great. Now I’m sounding like a Taylor Swift song.
As for the Father’s Day gift that I bought for the father of my children, the bread winner, the all-around-great –guy. He arrived home from work last night and saw it sitting in the living room. His reaction: “What’s that? Why did you get that?” He then continued to tell me I should have spent the money on myself, to which I replied something like this:
“dlkskjieooiwj…and lsiie tet fusi- place un baiser sur mon ass maintenant fblahmuthaslsoifuskcier”
YOU WOULD TOTALLY UNDERSTAND THAT IF YOU KNEW JOEY-FRENCH.
For all my DH ladies who made the effort to come to the blog to read something different, my apologies. Your emails are now fodder for blog posts.
Now get back to watching all NINE years of Friends…
16 thoughts on “Parlez-Vous Joey?”
Well, your Joey French will be better than mine because i don’t know squat regarding speaking French. Meanwhile, you’ll be a big hit in NYC.
PS: I gave you a song today.
Yes! I’ll check it out Frank…
Hahaha…thanks, Frank. If I get lost less than a 100 times, it will be because someone has strapped a GPS and a sign saying ‘Turn her around and point her in the direction of the nearest bar’….
I think I’ve seen 3 episodes of friends.
Sadly, I can’t unsee them.
Send Hubby my way while you’re at the BWay show. We can hit the blues bars downtown.
And you can see the Statue of Liberty from battery Park, or take the Staten Island ferry which gives you a pretty good view. Just don’t get off the boat, or you’ll be in Staten Island.
If we can work out the schedules, I’d love to meet you when you’re down here.
I would love that Guap!! When we nail down some semblance of a schedule, I’ll email you the deets. We can go from there. Wow..that would be a very special treat to my holiday….
I’ll try to figure out some sort of departure for myself the day after.
Maybe to someplace with no extradition.
Just in case… 😉
Haha – the Joey-french cracked me up. Hope you have a great vacation!
Thanks, Whitelady. We are so looking forward to it!
Vacation planning is so much more fun than pension planning. And going on vacation is even more fun even when you can’t speak or because you can’t speak the local language.
I agree…vacation planning is fun. I’ll see how all the speaking goes…
My daughter loves Joey French!
See? I’m not alone…
Let me know about NYC we are planning a trip in October – boats not withstanding