Recently, I’ve noticed what a terrible influence I have been on my husband. I have subtly turned him into a Canadian or actually, I replica of me! Let me explain.
I have a potty mouth and I use a plethora of weird expressions that have just become part of who I am. I slip the F*bomb when I’m frustrated, pissed off, or annoyed, so in short, I curse a lot!
The other day I heard my husband say the word “pop” for a soda. “Pop” is a Canadian thing and when I heard him use this term I had to giggle. He is surrounded by Americans on the ship and yet my single influence on him has seeped into his everyday vocabulary.
But it gets funnier in a “oh my, what have I done?” Kinda way too. I have this expression which is similar to “are you kidding me?” This is one of my favourites, but sometimes I will also say something like “are you smoking crack?” So, you can just imagine our conversations. I said something ridiculous to my husband the other day just to tease him and his immediate response was “are you smoking crack?” I know this may not sound funny to you, but my husband is not a typical Italian. He is a reserved guy, who never said the F*bomb before he met me. Oh, I really do feel terrible for corrupting him…not really.
My dad was probably hoping that my mild-mannered husband would have a calming effect on his daughter instead. All I have to say about that is “driving a car in Italy would even turn Mother Teresa into a potty mouthed sailor”. But for the record, today I served coffee in antique china cups and actually posted a photo on Facebook referring to it as a party! Oh, how a case of Molson’s Canadian beer would have defined that moment 20 years ago.
I think that’s about where my influence stops though. My husband still cannot figure out the differences between Robert Plant, Roger Daltry, or Ozzy Osbourne 😦 let the crazy train roll dude. Oh, that’s another funny one, my husband loves the word “dude”. Heehee.