DumbFunnery

We’re not going to Brussels, but I thought it was a catchy title and we COULD go to Brussels and how often could I really use that?

Today J is a little upset at me. He told me it was short-sighted of me to get a pet hamster named Hamsterdam. He also told me it was bad of me to get another hamster and name him, “Hamster-watch your mouth.” And he seemed really ticked off when he found the third hamster (who is named, “Hamster-I’m-Just-Talkin’-Bout-Hamsterdam!”).

I’m sitting at a coffee shop writing this and hoping to cross paths with J. The waitress speaks four languages and makes jack squat. I felt bad for her so I tried to tip her lots, but I instead short-changed her. Currencies sure are confusing. She said something (which, under the flawed thinking that I had tipped her nicely, I assumed was a gracious thank you). After the “thank you” I gave a big thumbs up and said, “have a good day!” A stranger caught up to me and informed me he hates America.

Ambassadorship, here I come? I hope tomorrow works out better. We’re going to Copenhagen!