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[kittydesade]

Describe Áine's day in her own words, e.g. Éirím ar a...

1. Éirim ar a leathuair tar éis a seacht a chlog.
2. Itheim (?) ar a ceathrú chun a hocht a chlog.
3. Téim ar a deich tar éis a hocht a chlog.
4. Tosaim ag obair ar a naoi a chlog.
5. Téim abhaile ar a ceathrú tar éis a cuig a chlog.


Giselas Eltern waren auf einem Schultreffen. Am Sonntag sitzen sie mit Gisela am Frühstück und erzählen ihrer Tochter, was ihre Klassenkameradinnen und Klassenkameraden von Beruf wurden. Was sagen sie? Benutzen Sie das Präteritum von 'werden.'

1. Du wurdetest Journalist und ich wurdete Lehrerin
2. Ja, und Inge wurdete Geschäftsfrau.
3. Was wurdete Sebastian?
4. Sebastian wurdete Apotheker.
5. Steffi und Franziska wurdeten Ärztinnen.
6. Mein Freund Gerd wurdete Ingenieur.
7. Deine Ex-Freundin Karen wurdete Krankenschwester.
8. Was wurdete Mamas Ex-Freund?



Oy veh. Yes, I'm just now starting my Irish at work. That's how rushed this day has been. And I still need to review verbs and conjugations. I am so glad I pre-cooked every damn thing I could find in the house so I can just go home, stick something in the microwave, and collapse. Or in this case collapse and then stick something in the microwave on account of I have Grimm tonight, pretty late, and after I watch it I am not going to be going to sleep very soon.

Tomorrow, if I don't pass out from exhaustion anytime soon, I need to get back in the habit of taking weekly CS stock. Again. Stupid damn house buying process. I can't believe it took twice as long as it was supposed to. (And, no, it's not over yet, but it's the final stretch so I feel relatively comfortable saying that in the past tense.)

Oh. And I need to go get fruit pops tonight because the boy ate all of them. Three. In one day. I had maybe two out of each box at most. Bastard.

I feel like I should be more talky. Mostly I'm just exhausted. Day 1 of the mail order sale down, 5 to go. And then the Monday of Hell. Weekend backlog plus whatever came down Friday that didn't go out, all of it going out on Monday. Maybe I should just go in Sunday and do an hour or two of stuffing shit in boxes to make it easier on me. Something to ponder. In the meantime, I go home, grab fruit pops, and pass out for couple of hours so when Grimm explodes my mind I have an extra hour or so to put it back together.

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[kikibug13]

There shall be Grimm in my future.