One of my co-worker's kids frequently calls her at work. I hear her say "Honey, you know I'm at work, you can't keep calling me. You know you're not allowed to watch TV until your homework is done, Grandma is right. I have to go. Crying's not going to help."

I've never regretted not having kids. I'm glad much more capable Buffistas have taken up the challenge.

Someone is texting me, in Spanish, about coming to pick up the hamsters.

Espero que puedes ayudarle.

I almost feel bad for Christie. Almost.

Everything is bullshit and I want to play some video games, y'all.

(The preceding outburst was brought to you by a weird vestibular migraine [lots of dizziness and brain fog; no head pain] and SUPER jackass authors.)

(I mean old-school video games, BTW. We have a barcade in my neighborhood and I want to play some Frogger.)

I was fairly proud that I understood everything except "recojer". Also, the Spanish word for hamsters is "hamsters."

They're from South America, hamsters, aren't they?

Frogger sounds fun.

Poor Walter. I forgot my badge this morning, and I ran home on my lunch break to get it. W as fast asleep when I got there but woke up in time to stand forlornly at the door when I left without him. Tough being the dog.

So, are you going to get them??

Actually, the texter was the person who wanted to come pick up my (imaginary) hamsters.

I was fairly proud that I understood everything except "recojer".

I would also be proud of that level of comprehension.

Also, the Spanish word for hamsters is "hamsters."

Noted.

I did wonder about your level of fluency, that you understood a word as random as hamster. Now we know.