Our Swede came home from work, all fired up because she had had ice cream with a couch surfer friend. She was now intent on making soy tacos. I was standing in front of the mirror with a flashlight, studying the white pus above the cavity where my wisdom tooth had been. The Swedish doctor-in-the-making took a good look and confirmed that the white goo is no infection. I sat down in a comfy chair, had some chocolate and felt sorry for myself. The Swede continued with taco making.
We had dinner on the porch before Min came home. As soon as my husband had parked the car and walked in the door, I told him I believe my tooth is infected. Shoving the flash light into my mouth, he too determined there is no infection eating my gum. The Swede yelled from the living room that there is food for him in kitchen. Shortly after he shouted: “What is this glob that I’m eating?” I quickly responded that it is gløgg and grogg mixed together. Our Swede clarified: “It’s glögg and grogg and POOP all together”.
But that’s not all! When we were hiking Sunday, Swede was contemplating how to get all her luggage to Spain. I suggested air balloons, and she figured she could save money staying in an air balloon instead of hostels. She could even cook food over the flame. I suggested barbecuing marshmallows and maize. “YOU can barbecue maize” she said. “I don’t like maize”, I said. “I don’t like maize either. We could make your husband eat the maize”. “Yeah, you’ll have to order him to come to Spain to eat your maize”, I laughed. First then our Swede realized we were talking about maize, the sweet corn, and not “bajs” which is Swedish for “poop”. She had held a complete conversation with me about what she perceived as barbecuing manure.
According to Min, she interprets a lot of the words he says as “porn”. Such a dirty mind that girl has.
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