Words, words, words, I'm so sick of words!

Why do interpersonal relationships have to be so hard? Especially boy-girl relationships?

Anyway, I am obsessed with Iceland if everyone hasn't gotten the memo. So, funny story, in my Icelandic class on Wednesday a family from Iceland came to our class and talked to us in Icelandic for a while. Anyway, one of the sons is 28 and beautiful.

So, I went home and told my roommates about him. We also have this joke about how I want Icelandic babies (mostly because children speaking Icelandic is probably the cutest thing ever). After I told my roommates, they said, "you just really want Icelandic babies." I adamantly told them that my children WILL speak Icelandic. I then pounded my hand into the couch for emphasis. Well, our couches in my apartment look a LOT softer than they are. So, when I pounded my fist into the couch I hurt my hand.

Moral of the story, Icelandic babies are not worth it.