Since the Gebühreneinzugszentrale has raised the prices on all that prime time television and radio, you may notice the guy banging down your door to ‘confirm’ that you do not in fact have that flashy, flat-screen HDTV in your apartment is sporting a little extra bling bling these days.

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Here is my wenige W?rter (almost wordless) Wednesday post. I get that in Germany a dozen eggs is a pack of 10. Although most of the time organic eggs are sold in packs of 6. Which is good because my new German fridge is made to hold 7 eggs. Why 7 egg holders, eludes me?

Alex had to wake up at the butt crack of dawn Saturday morning to get ready for his all day, 2nd-degree, Karate blue belt training and exam. I couldn’t sleep the entire night because I’ve been training for our dinner party and in my half-dreams I was cooking roux and subsequently burning it one attempt after the other. On top of that I’ve been fighting a cold and my lymph nodes are the sizes of walnuts. Ouwee!

Buzzz went the alarm and the light magically warmed the room. Alex, obviously fresh from a well-rested night’s sleep started repeating in my ear his Mr. Miyagi impersonation, “Wax on. Wax off.”

Don’t ask if he was gesticulating, I was already too annoyed by his chipper mood to open my eyes. So I did what only an exhausted girlfriend could do: In my worst morning impression of the dancing hamster in a karate suit, I squeaked out an, “Everybody was kung-fu fighting, (ding-ning-ning-ning ding-ding dung-dung ding) Those cats were fast as lightning, (Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh)“

True. I’m the devil. He said so. He was still singing it after he left the apartment. Satisfied, I closed my eyes with a smile and drifted to a peaceful sleep.

Oh, and yes. He got his belt without any complaints from the judge.