And now for something even different-er.

Howzabout a post that has nothing to do with theengs at all? Here's a game of good ol' futbol my hubs went to while we were down south. Not even a particularly important game. It was, however, played by a team with the most rabid fans of any team probably on earth. I'm not exaggerating. Yes I'm counting those UK hooligans. ANYWAYS, hubs decided he was going to join their ranks. He got a tattoo of the team's symbol. It was his 4th Uruguay-themed tattoo. Have I mentioned that ever since I 1st took him there he's become insanely obsessed with the damned place?I mean like sick in the head. So one of the things he does is check on the Uruguayan newspapers online every single day

and convince himself he's "reading" them even though he understands not a lick of the language. Another is he goes to several websites dedicated to this team's fans and watches their videos of the action in the stands and people yelling and giving shout-outs. From this he learned about a little shop he wanted to go to. We went, it was, like many shops in the U, the size of a very small closet. (You think I'm kidding, I know. I'm not.) We got to chatting with the girl in attendance and we showed her his tattoo. She started yelling, "Papa! Papa!"Or actually it was, "¡Papa!¡Papa!" Hah, I'm so funny.

Her dad came ambling in and she started showing him Robert's tattoos...

Turns out he was the guy who runs the website and was the leader somehow of the whole fan base for 20 years... blah blah, they ended up interviewing him and putting it up on their website. When he realized what was happening, poor hubsicle almost fainted. His hands were trembling, the other guys were saying all the hair on their arms was standing up hearing this gringo who doesn't even know Spanish sharing their passion so profoundly... it was all very touching and ridiculous. So. For there to be an interview, I had to be the translator. OK, y'all won't understand anything or care nor should you... but I have been told I don't put enough of me up here so... here's me in action... 

Please don't watch the whole thing, it just goes on and ... near the end my poor retarded husband starts saying all the same cheesy things they all say. Thing is, they're Latino/Hispanic so of course they say cheesy things about how shit's all "from the heart" etc- but Americans don't as much but when talking about this crap, poor retarded husband started blurting back those same schmaltzy lines he hears them say...

AND during the whole thing I'm suffering from some sort of hand spasm as I exert myself in trying to explain without my Spanish giving out on me... Plus you can see my skin is starting to loosen up and show it's 37 years... OK, I'll stop now.

(P.S.- Thanks for the alpacca/nickel silver info stregata- now it all makes sense. Too bad 10% of the population's allergic- that stuff felt heavenly on the piercings.)