I would customize the house so the cats could have endless hours of fun. Like this.
I would customize the house so the cats could have endless hours of fun. Like this.
I want to scream. I have never felt so insulted reading something. All my withering girly bits recoiled in horror as well. Just unreal.
What they used to tell us in translator school was, if it looks wrong, chances are it is. The other thing was to trust our gut when translating and not question things too much because then we’d overthink them and get them wrong. =)
You can be fluent in Spanish and not know the proper rules of grammar because you didn’t study it, so if your parents spoke it poorly, that’s what you know. That’s all I’m saying.
And that’s the incorrect part. It needs to be “Mi” if it’s going to be first, not mia.
I was having a craptastic day yesterday on account of not having my Mom around on Mother’s Day and the awful weather we’ve been having in Chicago, and the Magic Mike Mother’s Day cards (=their promo posters adapted to the occasion) made me smile a little. I missed this, though. Thanks for posting it!
I loathe tangerines with a purple passion. My Mom tried to be sneaky a couple of times and mix them in with the grapefruit-orange juice she would sometimes make me. I would grab the glass, smell it and go, “This has tangerine in it. You drink it.” There was no third attempt.
Chipo will forever be Chan Tho to me...
Kudos to Solange for basically wearing a Chinese fan to the Met Ball. District 1 couldn’t have a best representative. Effie Trinket would be proud.