My friend Carmella the basset hound got a fur coat for Christmas. I ran into her and her mistress who wore the exact same one. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought I was drinking.
Did the furrier have a few extra pelts on hand? I wish I took a picture but I’m not too acquainted with Carmela’s mother. Her father is another story. As a matter of fact, I really like him and since he speaks no English whatsoever, that’s saying something. A man in his early 60s with long gray hair flowing down his back, he looks like an aging handsome hippie in jeans and a nice blazer. His wife, on the hand, has that…I wear the pants face. Carmela, when she saw me gave me a look as if to say, if I were you I wouldn’t recognize me right now.
Women, what can I say.
I don’t wear fur. I can’t. I remember my ex giving me a rabbit hat one Christmas. I wore it once realizing I just couldn’t. I kept hearing the squeals of all the bunnies sacrificed for flippant fashion. It was my one and only gripe with Audrey Hepburn when she posed for a Blackglama.
I’m disturbed Carmela, who you know if she were explained the facts, would never agree to parade around at the mercy of her brethren.
I mean what are her friends going think. Who’s going to tell her?
I saw her again later on in the yard when she was wearing the blue, hand knitted sweater Delia, the cook, made her. Her father was out there too watering his plants. I so wanted to say something but alas, the language barrier prevented me. It also stops me from asking, so whaddya doin later Senor?
I’m just saying..
“Hola, como esta usted?”
“Hoy hace un frio que pela.”
I know it’s cold out there, but I have one word for ya Senor how I wish you were single…
How does one say layers in Spanish?