I'm marrying a Mexican.....
teeheeheehee!...Why is it still funny to me?! Kaleb keeps saying that people are going to think I'm Dominican when they see my last name...I said they'd probably just think I married a Mexican. (*blink*blink*)
Anywho...I find it utterly unacceptable to have the last name Jimenez and NOT know a lick of Spanish.
So the other day after having lunch I turned to Kaleb and proudly asked, "Cuantas pelotas tiene usted?!" My accent was perfect, and I knew it. I smiled and waited for his answer, but he didn't answer right away. He laughed. Once he realized what I was ATTEMPTING to ask, he paused at the dishes and responded "Uhm...Dos!" I was confused. There were way too many plates in the sink. Adrian, my future brother started cracking up. Thanks Rosetta Stone for placing pelotas and PLATOS in the same lesson. Nice.
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