I was planning to spend a full two months in Mexico this summer, but number one and only son is off to Barcelona for a semester, so I will return early in order to spend time with him before his departure.
Son doesn't know exactly when he will leave, but I've made clear that I have made the semi-ultimate sacrifice for him -- coming back to the humid, miserable, wretched weather typical of a Richmond summer. What we do for love!
If he leaves before he gets sick of me (which really isn't very long), I promise to make his life miserable in five languages.
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Loved the phrase, ..." I promise to make his life miserable in five languages."
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