Yes, I *am* sleeping!

[pphaneuf]

Sunday morning, got a call from ayria, seeing if I'd be up for mischief. As it was not even 11am (on a sunday, no less!), no I was most emphatically not up, although I'm most always mischievous. She would have stood half a chance of dragging me out of bed normally, but I had a paperweight to turn back into a laptop. After plenty of trying, I finally got it repaired. No working Linux, but musicdieu gave me some tips today that might give way to a new attempt, with hopefully more success.

By the end of it, it was suppertime, and azrhey's parents, in good portuguese fashion, took it upon themselves to stuff me with food. Yes, I'm sure I'm not hungry anymore!

Tried to catch up on the weekend, doing actually fun stuff that evening, rather than worrying about having destroyed a laptop. This was more successful. The weekend was kind of weird, not being entirely fun, but not entirely unpleasant, having some cuddle time while stupid computers did their thing.

Comments

[azrhey.livejournal.com]

You got it all wrong.

You happened to be home so you got fed like the rest of us.


Which was a quick light meal thing.


Dread the day the Parents will INVITE you over for food.

I have some friends that haven't survived.

[pphaneuf.livejournal.com]

Ha! I'm familiar with these things, and I have been subjected to it many times. French canadian grand-mothers have this tendency to not believe anyone who says he's not hungry unless there's gravy coming out of their ears.

[azrhey.livejournal.com]

But french-canadian grand-mothers don't start a family grudge that lasts for the next 17 generations if you don't eat "a litle bit more".

In fact, I am almost sure that the reason why the Ferreiras ( mom's family ) in my village are not supposed to talk to the Reis-Pinto ( another family ) is because somewhere during the XVIIIth century someone didn't eat all the soup they were offered.

[pphaneuf.livejournal.com]

They don't start a family grudge, because they always actually force-feed you the "little bit more". This way, everyone's happy, except you, but you don't mind, because you're dead from gravy seeping into your brain.

[azrhey.livejournal.com]

But then you are not forced to have a PhD in ancient history to know who you are and are not allowed to date.

Trust me I have been seen dancing with a boy from the wrong side of the village. It is still talked about at christmas diner. :P

[pphaneuf.livejournal.com]

Hmm... The wrong side of the village... It has that attractiveness of being forbidden. If I'd have been you, I would have been all over it. :-)

[azrhey.livejournal.com]

yes.

But I was too innocent and well behaved to even consider it.

Really.