After a rowdy Friday night that I am still remembering in pieces and am a bit afraid to see all the photographic evidence of, Oliver and I spent much of Saturday and Sunday just lounging about. Because of the age of our building (and landlady), we have no cable. Instead we watch whole seasons of american tv shows in marathon sessions.
Coming back into the room after the seventh-inning stretch, Oliver asks,
“Did somebawdy just whack Tony?”
Perhaps we should inject just a little bit more German culture into our home life, or I’m gonna wake up livin’ wid’ a Soprano.