First of all, if you had told me 10 years ago (or even less) that I'd be excited for my little brother to visit, I'd call you a freaking lunatic. But, that's how it goes, I guess, and here we are: me, excited to have my brother and sister in law (and her dad) visit in a few days. Three sleeps and they're here. That's what I get for living in a village in the middle of nowhere.
And I'm actually excited for my little shit of a brother to visit! You would be also if you lived in this village, though, trust me.
As I told him, I'm mostly excited to see his reaction to my MIL speaking Polish to him and laughing at her jokes, which he won't understand, because it'll all be in Polish. My mom recalls our Polish wedding, when my MIL was chatting away for a while, and then brought my mom to "chat" with her sister (all in Polish). My mom can say "jesteś dupkiem", "dzień dobry", and "do widzenia" (kinda).
This is gonna be great.
I'm just bummed that my mom warned him against trying things that "taste like chicken". Mom, flaki (pig intestines soup) is delicious and we've actually got some cooking on the stove now!
Anyway, in other news: A is a fan of Game of Thrones and insists that one of our neighbors is, to me, the Faceless Man. We've lived here for just over three years and there's one neighbor who I still can't recognize. He's in his early-20s and every time we see him, I have to ask who it is. A, of course, responds with an exasperated, "really? Are you kidding?!" No, I'm not kidding.
But I also don't think he's the Faceless Man, because he has a face. I think he's just the Too-Familiar-Face Man, because he looks like every other Polish guy out there. I'm sorry, neighbor, I'm trying!
And I'm actually excited for my little shit of a brother to visit! You would be also if you lived in this village, though, trust me.
As I told him, I'm mostly excited to see his reaction to my MIL speaking Polish to him and laughing at her jokes, which he won't understand, because it'll all be in Polish. My mom recalls our Polish wedding, when my MIL was chatting away for a while, and then brought my mom to "chat" with her sister (all in Polish). My mom can say "jesteś dupkiem", "dzień dobry", and "do widzenia" (kinda).
This is gonna be great.
I'm just bummed that my mom warned him against trying things that "taste like chicken". Mom, flaki (pig intestines soup) is delicious and we've actually got some cooking on the stove now!
Anyway, in other news: A is a fan of Game of Thrones and insists that one of our neighbors is, to me, the Faceless Man. We've lived here for just over three years and there's one neighbor who I still can't recognize. He's in his early-20s and every time we see him, I have to ask who it is. A, of course, responds with an exasperated, "really? Are you kidding?!" No, I'm not kidding.
But I also don't think he's the Faceless Man, because he has a face. I think he's just the Too-Familiar-Face Man, because he looks like every other Polish guy out there. I'm sorry, neighbor, I'm trying!
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