Relatively Speaking

It's 6pm. Do you know who your relatives are?

Apparently, I don't. Here's the thing: A patient of mine looks at my name tag today and says: "Oh, you're a ...(last name here). Are you at all related to Reto (last name here)?" And I say: "I'm very related to Reto (last name here). I'm his wife." And then the patient says (jokingly, I think?): "Ah well, his wife, then you're technically not related to him, are you? Not in blood, you know what I mean, like a sister or a cousin, etc."

What? Now, I'm not related to my own husband? Well, after very careful consideration of the issue, I come to agree with the patient. Genetically, I am not related to my husband (thank God), so I guess he's not a "relative" of mine. But then again, when someone asks you if you have any relatives, don't you think ... well, spouse, kids, parents, siblings. And even though spouse is "technically" the odd one out, a.k.a. not a blood relative, aren't they your relative anyway???

Someone help me!?!

"Blonde" Moment

Bloody TV again.

Last night, we were watching a show where some guy was trying to compliment his wife by saying something like: "Your hair is so ... beautiful, the colour is like ... well, like the colour of my beer, so ... beautiful." I laughed at that and said to my husband, jokingly: "I'm happy you don't tell me my hair is the colour of your beer." His reply: "Oh, that would be really bad beer then, strange beer, you know."

Right. I know. I was hoping for a reply somewhere in the vicinity of, ... oh, say, "Oh, no, your hair is sooooo gorgeous, not like beer at all. You are gorgeous. The most gorgeous in the whole world. No one has hair like yours, so gorgeous. You are so gorgeous...." and so on, you know, but ah well, maybe it's a good thing beer is not the colour of my hair, i don't think it'll sell too well at all.

Cheers!

Tommy's Quick Fingers

Thomas Vogel is quick! How quick? Well, can you undo 60 bras in 60 seconds? Didn't think so. Tom can't either, but close.

Just to give you some sort of idea what kind of shows they broadcast on German television, last night my husband and I watched a guy by the name of Thomas Vogel try and beat his own record of undoing 60 bras in 60 seconds with only the fingers of one hand. I don't have to tell you that's one bra per second. The man had done it before on some other show where all the girls participating in the "experiment" were lined up in a straight line. He started on one end and unclasped his way all the way to the other end in one minute. The catch was, the girls were all wearing the exact same bra with the exact same clasp. In last night's show, the girls had their own bras on which meant all kinds of colours, all kinds of designs, all kinds of shapes and sizes and all kinds of different bra clasps in the back.

Could Tom do it? Nopers. He only got about 46 undone in the 60 seconds. Which is still pretty impressive, no? Tom also gives lessons to any oh-so-eager guy who wants to be able to unclasp a lady's bra with the fingers of one hand as quickly as possible. Any takers??