Oh, language. It's always with us.
Today Blake went to our landlord/my dermatologist's office to talk moving day with him. He was kind enough to set up my six month appointment with him, but what he said was "My wife needs a meeting with you so you can look at her to see if there is any cancer of her skin". He got the point across, but it's still funny to think of how we must sound all the time.
Just FYI-after giving him a funny look, the doctor did give us an appointment.
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Those Americans are weird!
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