k&k episode 76 - the one where they talk about lifestyle, ironing underwear and customer service... and stuff...
In episode 76, we cover about six million topics - virgin ladies, pockets of france in other countries, television, grommets, ironing, customer service - and as usual, we manage to make sweeping generalisations and broad declarations about the state of the world. It's your twice weekly dose of typically inane, somewhat insane and occasionally profane : it's Katia and Kyliemac. (Show links)
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LOL, I can't answer the quiz?! :-pAnd I think it'd be MARVELLOUS if you guys are in Munich and we can have a get together and do a podcast! Thanks for the Shout-out!
It appears that I need a French or Italian girl. I hate ironing. Sure, I know how, I just hate it!
Katia, "you kind of understand ironing pajamas"????? I mean who really sees your pj's and doesn't the act of sleeping just crumple them up anyway. You must be hostessing very swank pajama parties :)
ramona: i assure you, not. ::smirks & then pauses:: unless she's having some that i'm not invited to... ::questioning look::in other news: GROMMET: noun1. an eyelet placed in a sheet or panel to protect or insulate a rope or cable (or corner of australian flag) passed through it or to prevent the sheet or panel (or australian flag) from being torn2. (medecine) a tube surgically implanted in the eardrum to drain fluid from the middle ear3. (informal) a young or inexperienced skier, snowboarder, surfer, or skateboarderORIGIN: early 17th centu: from obsolete french GROMMETTE from COURMER 'TO CURB' of unknown ultimate origin.okay. so for once BOTH katia and i KIND of know what we are talking about. who knew.
duuuuudes - MUST come to Munich! You can stay at my place too - well, if you don't mind sleeping on the couch and/or sofa bed. :) It is great to hear other expat in europe stories you guys are hilarious!
OMG, I would've been so mortified.And seriously, sometimes I wonder if Fab is really French! He's not a food snob (while I was gone last week, he ate canned ravioli & chili), he doesn't care about the r夙les de politesse (which isn't good for me, because then I don't learn them either) & the man has never ironed a shirt in his life. Which works out good for me, because I suck at ironing. Though I guess if he was typically French, our relationship never would've lasted this long. *S*That also makes me think of an aupair I knew, who had to do all the ironing for the family. The only part that bothered her was having to iron the sheets and the children's hankies!
Ironing.... you should try being married to an Italian! They iron EVERYTHING! sheets, underwear, socks - you name it. Geez, I am the bane of my mother-in-laws existence because I don't iron. Hey my husband knows how - he can do it. =)And Katia - I totally know your g-string pain. I came home from work one day when my in laws were visiting and my mother-in-law had totally cleaned and reorganized ALL of my underwear and lingerie drawers =) Ironed of course. She was so proud of herself and dragged my upstairs to see. I had to paste a happy smile on my face and thank her profusely even though inside I was totally dying. lol shes really a sweet woman but geez!