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[kittydesade]

Possessive adjectives take the case of the noun they modify. Even though a possessive adjective already shows possession (mein, sein), it must itself be in the genitive case when the noun it goes with is in the genitive (meines Bruders). In other words, die Freundin meines Bruders shows two possessive relationships.

Wessen Telefonnummer ist das?
1. meine Tante - Ist die Telefonnummer meiner Tante.
2. sein Bruder - Ist die Telefonnummer seines Bruders
3. ihr Freund Mark - Ist die Telefonnummer ihren Freunden Mark
4. seine Schwester - Ist die Telefonnummer seiner Schwester
5. ihre Grosseltern - Ist die Telefonnumer ihren Grosseltern
6. unser Nachbar - Ist die Telefunnumber unseren Nachbaren

Oh, hey, I can do 'your momma' jokes now.



ex. a friend who lives in Korea　韓国に住んでいる友だち
1. A friend who can speak Spanish　スペイン語が話せる友だち
2. A friend who went to China last year　去年国に行った友だち
3. A bag I use every day　毎日「私」がつかうかばん
4. A watch I got from my girlfriend　私が彼女からもらった時計　(Your instincts are there for a reason. Trust them.)
5. A coffee shop I sometimes go to　ときどき「私」が行くきっさてん
6. A temple I saw last week　去週見たお寺
7. A t-shirt I bought in Hawaii　ハワイで買ったT－シャツ (Again with the instincts. You know what particles go with what. Seriously. I promise.)



Supply the missing forms of 'ag'

1. An bhfuil carr ag Máire?
Tá, cinnte. Tá 'Mini' aici.
2. An bhfuil Seán pósta?
Níl, ach tá cailín aige.
3. An bhuil clann ag Pól agus Máiréad?
Tá. Tá beirt mhac agus iníon amháin acu.
3. An bhfuil teach agat.
Tá árasán agam.


I need a break. I seriously need a break. Or a day off. Or something. I need to bring in snacks to work except by the time I remember this the mail order sale will be over and we'll be down from the insanity. Argh. Ran around like a chicken with my head cut off yesterday, got home, flopped down to do my evening stuff, discovered when I got up again that I was stiff enough that moving was problematic. Is still problematic, so here come the painkillers. Muscle relaxants. Possibly slathering myself in Tiger Balm until you can smell me coming at fifty paces.

So, no dance for me this morning. Hot shower, some stretching, and then more work and possibly exercises tonight. We'll see how crazy it is today. I know there's a fair chunk of incoming, I don't know how much outgoing we'll have what with it being the last day of the sale. I damn well intend to take it easy for the first hour or so, at least. There's paperwork and computer work to catch up on.

I wrote something last night that... I'm not sure what it is. One third random crush on Robert Carlyle why yes I am fickle, hadn't you noticed? One third images dropping perfectly into my head again, complete with description and a few paragraphs of text, one third making it up as I go along. I'm going to try and finish out the scene and then see what to do with it, so far it seems to be the first or second night of an arranged marriage between two people who've known each other for maybe a couple of weeks, set in a pseudo-medieval fantasy setting or perhaps a steampunk or clock punk type setting. With stone castles. Other than that I have no idea. It might be worth pursuing, but I don't know what it wants to be.

Well. One more day of this mess, and then dealing with the backlog and whatever remains of Christmas rush. So there's that at least. And I'm pretty current on all my projects, go me!