Soy de Iowa. Yo quiero soy…milk.
Wife idiolecto is away in Iowa this weekend. Things ain’t right. Turns out she’s the brains behind pa; I just walk around the house and yard in a daze pulling weeds, drinking soy milk for lunch, delivering soliloquies to the dog. Too nervous to do any real work. Half of the cylinders misfire when mama’s gone. Maybe I can go fix that gate.