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Tá Pái ag dul ag siopadóireacht. Cad a cheanaíonn sé?
paicéad...tae
dosaen...ubh
buidéal...bainne
bloc... uachtair? reoite
mála...siúcra
canna... píseanna
bollóg... aráin
próca... suibhe
punt... ime - pound of butter
(This works better when I can read the fake handwriting. Just saying.)

Tá Lia ag caint leis an ngrósaeir:
Liam: Tabhair mála siúcra dom, le do thoil.
Grósaeir: Seo duit. Cad eile?
Liam: An dtabharfá buidéal bainne dom freisin.
Grósaeir: Sin uile?
Liam: Is ea, go raibh maith agat.

Practice this with other words:

Liam: Tabhair canna píseanna dom, le do thoil.
Grósaeir: Seo duit. Cad eile?
Liam: An dtabharfá dosaen ubh dom freisin.
Grósaeir: Sin uile?
Liam: Is ea, go raibh maith agat.

Liam: Tabhair bollóg aráin dom, le do thoil.
Grósaeir: Seo duit. Cad eile?
Liam: An dtabharfá próca suibhe dom freisin.
Grósaeir: Sin uile?
Liam: Is ea, go raibh maith agat.

Liam: Tá mála siúcra uaim, le do thoil.
Grósaeir: Seo duit. Cad eile?
Liam: Tá buidéal bainne uaim freisin.
Grósaeir: Sin uile?
Liam: Is ea, go raibh maith agat.

Liam: Tá canna píseanna uaim, le do thoil.
Grósaeir: Seo duit. Cad eile?
Liam: Tá dosaen ubh uaim freisin.
Grósaeir: Sin uile?
Liam: Is ea, go raibh maith agat.

Liam: Tá bollóg aráin uaim, le do thoil.
Grósaeir: Seo duit. Cad eile?
Liaim: Tá próca suibhe uaim freisin.
Grósaeir: Sin uile?
Liam: Is ea, go raibh maith agat.

Best exercise set yet.

I keep having this urge to rant about Elementary. Not because people are talking about it, but because now I've seen it and while it's somewhat tempered my bad opinion of some things, it's also replaced them with new things to complain about. The problem with not hatewatching some shows is that the boy watches them, and there are some times (usually when the living room is warmer than the office because fireplace and blankets on the couch) when I just want to curl up with him and he wants to watch Elementary and I'm out of things to substitute. And for the most part we compromise, he watches Elementary while he's off work and I'm asleep, or I'm at work or whatever. But I've still seen more Elementary than I care to and it makes me cranky and why Jonny Lee Miller why? I like you. I should like you as Sherlock and yet, no. Just, no.

At least that's the only thing I hate that the boy watches, right now. We sat down together to watch Zero Hour and dear god no. I disapprove of the network yanking it after two, three? episodes on general principle of first season shakiness, but I am not watching that one again without a strong recommendation from someone and assurances that the clunkiness got better. Um. No, he watched Homeland for a while, but that was before we moved and I could put on my headphones and block it out. So, yeah, just Elementary. Maybe when it's spring and the office floor is less frigid he can watch stuff in there and I can go elsewhere and write or go outside and do yardwork or something.

Anyway.

Statement of intent! At least a scene and a half in line edits, the half is because I only got half through a scene at the end of yesterday's editing. And then writing up the second draft of this story for submission. Russian, doing the thing I didn't do yesterday (tool-index.html) because no damn dictionary and the online ones keep crapping out on me. German... I guess, chunking away at the character worksheet some more. And that should be enough for day job work, and when I get home I might add on a PoI recaplysis to that, or I might finally get back to working on some other WIPs. Passed out early last night, so I didn't get as much done as I meant to. Still. For the best.

... When the hell did it get to be so late augh. And why isn't it Wednesday and time for my Leahy concert yet. Whine. Bitch moan. And why is it so damn gray out. And. And various other things that I kind of want to bitch about but apart from waking up in the middle of the night thinking someone was dropping a succession of metal trays (wtf self) I actually have very little to complain about. Get your butt moving, Jag. I know the chair's comfy, but come on.