On Wednesday, my second family from Clare came to visit. Cathy and Jack sort of adopted me during college when the folks were out of the country. (Geez, some people. You’d think they were following God or something) They are missionaries with OM (lived in Britain for a long time), and have two daughters, Caroly and Susan, and Susan married a Scottish dude she met while serving on OM’s ships. Andy has the thickest accent you ever heard. And amazingly enough, a lot of Americans have a hard time understanding him. In fact, one day they were talking to one of the older ladies at church, and she said to him – totally innocently, “Andy, it’s okay. I know a lot of people here can’t understand you. But I work with mentally disabled kids, so I can understand you PERFECTLY.”
Fortunately, he can take it. We went to Payne’s for dinner, and he had a fun time trying to get them to give him some “tomato sauce” with his dinner. (Except he pronounced it “to-MA-o soos”) “Oh, you want ketchup?” said the confused waiter.
Steve’s birthday present was Rockband for the Wii, so of COURSE we had to break it out. There’s nothing better than rocking out on fake plastic instruments with two MKs and a Scot.
Two MKs and a Scot would be a cool band name.
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