My Opi...

I want to write more about him. In my diary, and blogs. Just so I always have something to look back at. After work this morning I spent the afternoon taking care of him.
I gave him a snack- a cut up pear. Of course he didn't know what it was and wasn't wearing his hearing aid, so I'm like "It's a pear...a pear... a PEAR! P.E.A.R! Pear!" And he's like "A tear? What?" Ahhhh.
Then tonight he asked me if I eat chicken. Oh Opi. I'm a Vegetarian. You've been living with me for 2 years. You've known me for 23. But he gave us a laugh when he then changed the subject by commenting during a Michael Jackson commercial that "We haven't heard anything new from him lately." Uhhh...yeah...well I'd kinda hope not!
He's so sweet. It's his Birthday in a few weeks, I'm trying to think of something to give him, and learn all the German words I can before our overseas relatives arrive. Wish me luck! So far I can swear pretty well, but I'm limited to: Yes, no, Hello, Goodbye, Goodnight, welcome, shoes, bathtub, bird, rabbit, knife, fork, plate, spoon, potato, head, knee, thank you, I love you, fart, sh*t, you are a small/large pile, a**hole, sleeping, 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10, ducks... and I'm running out!