My beloved housekeeper might think I’m insane. Her English is slightly better than my Spanish, and my Spanish is sadly lacking.
I hope I’m wrong about this, but I might’ve asked her to clean my sheep.
I have no sheep. I do have an oven. By the way, oven in Spanish is horno, not oveja.
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You say “sheep,” I say “oven.” Hmm. Doesn’t quite work.
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I said oveja. Don’t ask me why I decided to try to say oven in Spanish. Usually I just point. Oveja-oven–close right. Rosa thinks I’m nuts anyway.
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Paz, amiga!
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Si, chica!
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tu oveja es muy mona, y tu horno esta muy limpio! 🙂
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Ha! I think!
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