ROFL

I woke up at about 4:30AM, hot, sweaty and thirsty, so I got up, and both Fabiola and Victor were up, doing some kitchen cleaning. So, I walk in, bleary eyed and they ask me if they're keeping me up, so, I grab the raspberry iced tea pitcher, shook my head no and said: "J'ai soif...", which means "I'm thirsty". And Victor thought I'd said "Ca sent le chat...", which means "I smell cats..." I was laughing so hard I nearly choked on my iced tea!

I wish there was some more Hetty Wainthropp and/or Geoffrey Shawcross fanfic on the internet, all kinds of fic... gen, het (um, NOT Geoff/Hetty, unless it's humor and implied, of course) and slash (but NOT Robert or Other Mr Wainthropp, pls see the Hetty exception...) I get really squicked by cross-generation relationships, for some reason... So yeah... *nods* that would be cool...