Accent That

When I visited my cousin in Munich, she warned me that I would loose my Texas accent, which, to be perfectly honest, I am a little found of. People think she is from Canada, even though she is from Austin. I thought the day had finally come, and I was willing to accept it. Anything for the cause, right? What's an accent anyway? I can always find a new one.

Well, at my party, we were looking at my mice, and I explained how as a kid, I wanted to be a zoologist and live in the jungle. Before that, I wanted to be a whale trainer (after a visit to good ol' Sea World), and Christof asked, "A what trainer? A 'well?' What's a 'well?'"

Plus one point for resilient accents.

Unheimlich

There's just something wrong with hearing country songs on German radio. It's especially weird when they go something like this: German, German, German, "Country Song," German. Also, they have no fiddle. Come on folks, if you're going to do it . . .

Lord of the Dance

I am a German dance sensation. Now, don't get me wrong; it's not because I am so good. Germans really stink at dancing. I don't know what it is. Genetic? Lack of diverse influence? Maybe the German mentality doesn't lend itself to free expression of movement? Whatever it is, it makes me feel like some sort of cross-cultural Ginger Rogers.

Tauschen

I am about to go to Ikea alone to exchange a table. See, when I got the table, I didn't know it was a triangle and not a square. I thought I was being tricky and saving money. Nope. You can't really keep a mouse cage on a tiny triangle table. I hope the one I need isn't sold out. It was on sale.

Where do you go in Ikea to exchange? What is their exchange policy? Is exchange "umtauschen" or "austauchen"? We will see. Maybe I'll just slur? I'm sure this is going to result in a story.