Friday, May 12, 2006

Two Months is a Long Time

Told you last post that me no speak English no more...
Obviously that was truer than I intended it to be. I tried to write there (in horrendous English) that I won't be back to blogging before today, but failed miserably. Oh, well, hope I'm better understood from now on.

I came back home yesterday after a near two months absence. Probably the longest I was away from my home (not my parents'). It was weird coming back.

Toronto wasn't welcoming. Just as I landed (early in the morning) it started raining and it didn't stop all day long. People swore to me, assured me, that the weather was very nice the whole week before, until I came back. For your information people, knowing that isn't comforting!

And then there's the case of this strange man in my house claiming to live there too. He swears he's my husband -- what an odd notion! Yet he supports his claim by showing me a funny wedding picture that is hung on top of the stairs. But c'mon, can't even see the couple's faces properly - they're kissing. I remain suspicious.

Glad to be back.

[Remind me at some point to tell you why that wedding picture is funny. It's a tale about internet, family, commercialism, and even a little romance.]

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13 comments:

Fred Charles said...

Glad to have you back! Welcome!

Benjamin Solah said...

Good to see you home. We've missed you! :D

That weird guy who claims to be your husband could be good fodder for a story maybe?

Pat Kirby said...

Is the strange guy cute? Hmm. Stranger sex. Yummy. Hee.

Nienke said...

I can't wait to read "The Strange Man and the Wedding Picture, Part II."

Deborah said...

I'll bet it was weird. Two months is a long time to be away from home. Does it feel good to sleep in your own bed again?

rdl said...

Nevermind the wedding pic. when are you going to tell us where you were and what language you were speaking.

Cavan said...

Some hobo on Yonge Street once made a big deal of welcoming me to Toronto. Did you make sure the guy in your house isn't just a squatter?

Patry Francis said...

You certainly know how to leave your audience wanting more!

Trée said...

Welcome back dear. English spoken here. :-)

Oh where is my former blog crush? Is the honeymoon over? :-D

Jean said...

Welcome home.

Jennifer said...

Welcome back!!

So I ask this question fully aware I might have missed this and you already told us but...I'll ask anyway :D And apologize if it's already been answered. Where did you go? And what language where you speaking? :D

Nienke said...

Still waiting!

Melly said...

Fred, thanks :)

Benjamin, thanks. Me too :)
It could definitely be. I invite anyone to use it as a fodder should they wish to...

Pat, mucho cute ;)

Nienke, hope to get to it at some point in time. Maybe I'll even post the pic.

Deborah, believe it or not, but I'm still getting used to it. A week later.

rdl, this is when I always remember how you thought I was an agent of some sort. That's funny. Mum's the word.

Cavan, hobos on Yonge st. I can handle, but right now I feel like I'm the squatter...

Thanks Patry :)

Trée, so sorry. Hope it isn't over... :)
Can I beg for patience?

Jean, thanks a bunch :)

Jennifer, thanks and no. I haven't mentioned where I was and the language I was speaking.

Nienke, sorry to keep you waiting. Will rectify that shortly.