Lost in translation.

My pals are varied. From single ladies wearing Joe Ragans, to married couples with little ones, to gays designing up the voice of our generation, to custom tee shirt makers who sell the Free Steven Slater apparel, to hipster kids who take vitamins to alter their taste buds, to curators at Smithsonian museums, to Nat Geo workers who chat with Lisa Ling about weather in her parts of the world, to pilates instructors who make delish dirty ketel one marti's (one olive please).

I have major love and appreciation for each. But sometimes - just sometimes - I need a few minutes to process.

Kent: whats the dilly yo

AAW: well i was supposed to go farming with a friend

but now i don't know if we are going

so

...

we probably won't have to move our hang out date

i'm just not sure when we would get back if we do

Kent: farming?

AAW: ha

yes

farming

well, work on a farm

we had it set up a couple of weeks ago

and now she's moving, so she's not sure if she has time to

Kent: i dont understand

like free labor

or ...

like share cropping?

AAW: yes, like free labor

no not share cropping

Kent: do you get crops in payment?

AAW: no i don't think so

i think it's just volunteering

Kent: i see.

Lesson learned: This is why I write my calendar plans in pencil. A pal could cancel to go farming. Straight up FARMING.