Not really, but boy, is this weird. Yesterday and today, I've started writing various posts in my head, and I get going and then it's all, NO! We're not using expateek today! We're speaking in our own real voice.
And then I get kind of confused, because who the hell is "we"? Is this multiple personality week? Myself, expateek, and some other crowd of people in there? Like Mrs. Staines-British-Accent? Madame Speaks-English-Like-Zees? Channeling Sally Field here, but without the bad eyeglasses, please.
Madame D cooks dinner, but then expateek has to clear the table, and Mrs. Staines washes up. Too bad he's never thought of exploiting this before, because he certainly hasn't gotten a lick of housework out of any of us for years! I was just going to complain to him that he shrank another one of my tennis tops when he did the laundry, but now he'll probably just tell me that he's gotten Mrs. Staines to take over, because you know how those Brits love to iron.
Hopefully, there's also a sporty Afrikaner girl in there with a rippin' open-stance forehand, and a thin and beautiful Polish girl who can teach me how to be thin and elegant, so I can fit back into my skinny jeans. I'm not gonna bet on this, but I'm pretty sure Agnieszka doesn't eat as many pierogis as expateek does.
I'm going to go take a roll-call of all the people in my head, and get back to ya.