I'd rather be crying over paper cuts than not writing at all.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
God Morgen. Feest e Daag.
I bought this mug at Epcot.
The backside of the mug taught me how to say "Good Morning" in Norwegian.
I'm half Norwegian. My grandfather, Tom, a full-blooded Norwegian, loved his whiskey. He'd say "Feest e daag (first one today)" as he took his first swig of the day. That works for my first morning sip of coffee too.
So if you see me tip my coffee mug and hear me say, "God Morgen! Feest e daag," you'll know exactly what I'm saying.
(I'm guessing at the spelling of "first one today" in Norwegian).