I love how the French say fruits de mer, with the direct English translation as fruits of the sea. Meanwhile, the Americans just say seafood.
Romance languages make the most mundane things sound poetic.
I have an infection on my right eye so the optometrist advised me to abstain from wearing contacts. Because the infection is expected to recover within a week, there is no point in buying a new pair of prescription glasses. As a last resort, I decided to hot-glue my old broken glasses to use for the time-being. The remedy worked for a day, but the right leg fell off as soon as I took my glasses off. When I called my mom for advice on what to do for this situation, she suggested me to tie the frame to the leg with a shoe-string. Wtheck, terrible advice. Besides, I don’t even have any spare shoe-strings.
Anyways, I used scotch tape and now my glasses look like a first grade art project. I am so embarrassed because I have to walk around with this thing for a week. I’m both laughing and crying at my circumstance, because my life is such a joke sometimes.