Retro iuxta 1999, Sum consumptis multum hebdomadarum ex in Santa Barbara, CA, operantes enim a client, 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. Alicubi in linea, Ego signata a phrase, "Specialis timore", as in "Samantha has special fears." She as a special fear of "bugs", quod ad eam sunt non volat vel ladybugs, but rather microbes. She’s afraid of this or that virus or unusual bacteria afflicting our son, aut me, but never really herself. (Est etiam specialiter timere lamia, parvam malum pupas (maxime pagani) et subaquaneam accidentia; illa de-crevit speciali timore populus indutus in Santa Claus outfits).

Unum die, 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.

Quod nocte, 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: "Bene, Ego flicked eam fenestram."

S: "Sint mala licet. 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: In vocem: "Deus meus! CAN THEY TAKE OVER YOUR MIND???"

S: Litteram Benigne me: "Nulla, sunt es non malum."

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