Back to School

Spring break is over. It's a sad day. Sad...because I had goals for spring break. I was going to read two books. I was going to finish a paper and start another. I was going to bring peace to the middle east. None of these things happened.

Shlomo and I did get away last weekend for some rest and relaxation in San Antonio. You know, a rainy Saturday in a walking city brings about some rest and relaxation. We slept late, ate a lot, and had a great time.

I do have a story to share, but do not tell Shlomo I told you. Shlomo has the habit of using some malapropisms on occasion. For example, he often reverses two words or if a word in the name of something is plural he leaves off the "S". In his world, we go the "Stages Deli" in New York and frequent the productions of "Stage Repertory Theatre" here in Houston.

However, last Friday was quite possibly his best use, or rather misuse, of the English language. You should know that in the tiny town where I grew up, Sonic was one of three dining establishments. I love the Sonic. It is my comfort food. It is something I have introduced to Shlomo. He was unaware of the joy that is their cheese tots. Clearly, this situation had to be rectified.

He was also introduced to my favorite drink: the cherry limeade. Shlomo struggles with this. He often calls it the Lime Cherryade. However, this past week, he became so tongue-tied that he called it a "Larry Chimeade." I am sorry, but I have to make fun of that. It is freakin' hilarious. Larry Chimeade. Seriously? I smile every time I think about it.

Shlomo...yeah, he is not so amused. He is embarassed. I don't know why. I mostly find it endearing. Okay, I don't find all of his malapropisms endearing, but this one is. He gets mad if I call him "Larry." Why? Shlomo, I am laughing with you.

So, he threatened to break up with me if I blogged about this. It has been a week. I can't not share it. It is too good. Shlomo, I love you more than anything. This thing is one of the things I love most about you. If you don't understand that, we can go to counseling...or I can live on the streets if that is what you want.