As I was removing my pre-washed spinach from its bag for my twice-yearly salad, something made me stop. My subconscious was trying to tell me something. Except it was in Spanish, so I couldn’t really understand it.
Quickly, I plugged the message into Google, which translated Spanish into Google. I plugged that into Babel Fish which translated Google into Babel, so on and so forth a few more times, until it ended up in Ugandan, in which, fortunately, I’m fluent. Here’s what my subconscious said (it’s a man, by the way):
Him: You might want to wash that spinach again.
My subconscious sounds an awful lot like Charlotte Rae (Mrs. Garrett from "The Facts of Life").
Posted by: But Natalie, You Are Beautiful! | March 09, 2007 at 09:38 AM
Ed, I can totally see that about you.
Posted by: Tammy | March 09, 2007 at 01:08 PM
I love your translation stories. Here´s a tag for you, I hope you don´t mind
http://lobstersquad.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-me-me-me-meme.html#links
Posted by: lobstersquad | March 11, 2007 at 06:08 AM