Geri yaxın 1999, Mən Santa Barbara həftə bir çox həyata sərf edilmişdir, CA, bir müşteri üçün iş, leaving my poor wife back here in New Jersey alone. I dearly love my wife. I love her just as much today as I did when she foolishly married me 1,000 years or so ago. Somewhere xətti boyunca, Mən bir söz coined, "special fear", as in "Samantha has special fears." She as a special fear of "bugs", Onun hansı uçur və ya ladybugs deyil, but rather microbes. She’s afraid of this or that virus or unusual bacteria afflicting our son, və ya mənə, but never really herself. (O, həmçinin Vampires xüsusi qorxur, miniatür pis dolls (xüsusilə klounlar) və sualtı qəza; o Santa Claus kıyafetlerinize ildə geyimli insanlar öz xüsusi qorxu out-artıb).

Bir gün, my co-worker and I decided to drive up into the nearby mountains near Ohai. At one point, we got out of the car to take in the scene. When we got back into the car, I noticed that a tick was on my shoulder. I flicked out the window and that was it.

Bu gecə, I told her about our drive and mentioned the tick. The conversation went something like this:

S: "Oooo! Those are bad. They carry diseases."

P: "Well, Mən pəncərə həyata flicked."

S: "They are really bad though. They can get under your skin and suck blood and transfer bugs. You better check your hair and make sure there aren’t any in your head!"

P: Qışqıra-qışqıra: "My God! CAN THEY TAKE OVER YOUR MIND???"

S: Sözün mənə güvən: "No, Onlar pis deyilik."

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