It's Me, Sara Louise

I spent a deliciously lazy Saturday afternoon on the couch, sipping tea and reading The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets’ Nest while The Husband watched Reportages on TF1 (it’s kind of like a docu-feature kind of show).

I was doing an excellent job of blocking out all surround sounds when The Husband spoke and the language barrier fun began…

“This girl, she’s a catcher.”

Barely looking up from my book, “a what?”

“A catcher”

“Huh?” See, I wasn’t really paying attention as I was pretty wrapped up in my book and my tea.

“A catcher” The Husband was getting more annoyed now.

“A catcher?”

“Oui!” With a little huff and puff popping out.

“You mean like in baseball?”

“No, like Hulk Hogan.”

“You mean a wrestler.”

“Yes, she’s a wrestler.”

(but funny)

bisou

P.S.  According to the ever reliable Wikipedia,  “Catch wrestling is a style of Folk wrestling that was developed and popularised in the late 19th century by the wrestlers of traveling carnivals.” Huh. Interesting. I guess this is what The Husband was talking about.