Well...as of yesterday, Mr. P is in the Ukraine for 20 or so days, and I've given him the simple task of finding me my Ukrainian bride to be. Mom, if by chance you've recently acquired a computer, got internet access, figured out how to turn it on and magically found my blog...well then, you'd better set one more place at the table for Thanksgiving, cause we're gonna have a new bride to be thankful for...oh and maybe some of them there nonexistent grandkids you're apparently so fond of.
Mr. P good luck in your endeavors. And make sure she doesn't like expensive things and has also developed an eerie love of frozen pizzas...she should also probably smell pleasant as well, oh yep and probably not like to talk much...and maybe be excellent at cooking hot dogs for me and my friends. And this one is pretty important...must also be up for being married by Elvis in the back of a pink Cadillac convertible at a drive through chapel in Vegas...
2 comments:
Day 1:
No success. Will report back later.
The no talking thing is easy. So far, they are too shy to speak English and you and I don't speak Russian. Also, they smell pleasant. Maybe like berries?
Berries are pleasant. Maybe yell at them as well to see how easily they frighten.
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