Good News/Bad News

The good news is that I finally found jeans that fit. The bad news is that I dropped two sizes in the last 2 years since I last bought jeans.

Not cool. I feel like the incredible shrinking woman. Also, now it's even harder to find pants, given that I am the size of a seventh grader again.

I'm writing it here because I didn't want to hear the sarcastic comments it would bring in as a facebook status update, and I wanted to complain somewhere.

Lass mich bitte in Ruhe

Okay, so, it is already pretty clear that a guy would be more effective at my job. Sometimes, though, being me, as I am not a guy, leads to interesting experiences. Imagine: You are a guy at a bar. You see a girl sitting with a group of 3-5 guys, and she is laughing and heavily engaged in conversation with these guys the whole time. You don't know her; therefore, she could very well be dating any one of them. What do you do?

I would imagine that if I saw such a scene, that I would consider her "taken" and move on. Well, that's not what happened to me last night. This one guy came out of nowhere and started talking to me, even though I was in the middle of a group of guys. After we ended our conversation, he kept coming around and trying to talk to me, sort of following me at one point, even though I was with my guys already. I don't get it. (Also, it should be noted that German guys don't seem to have the same protective instinct that Americans have, or at least that Southerners have. Haha)

Well, on a positive note, he said that my accent was very light.

More Mouse Drama

Bitsy has a really bad cough. I know it sounds silly, but it's true. It sounds like she is having a panic attack or breathing out of lungs made of plastic. I don't have time to take her to the vet until Thursday. I hope I don't wake up with a dead mouse in the next few days. Or ever.

How do I explain this to the vet in German?