I wrote my Spanish mid-term last night. The students finished at staggered times, so the teacher marked our exams as we completed them.
I aced it.
I did study my little heart out for this test.
When I took my French classes, I wouldn't study as hard and I'd come home with 97 or 98 (have I mentioned I'm a bit of an over-achiever?). The Husband would always ask me: "What happened to the other 2%? You speak French, for pete's sake!" Which is probably why the teacher marked me harder.
So needless to say, I felt compelled to call The Husband after class to brag.
TH: "So? How'd you do?"
TH: in his best Spanish accent "Das berry goot Chica! See ... choo hab Espanish blood in choo."
Me: giggling"I don't think so."
TH: "Oh chez. Choo hab Espanish blood in choo. Choo can tell by chore hass. Choo have de Heneefer Lopez hass. Ees muy beuno."