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?”
“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.
“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.”