KEEP CALM. AND SAY MOO.

My wife was having a difficult day with our baby girls, so she decided to put their favourite kids' program on the TV to keep them entertained for a while. Holding onto one girl with her right hand and trying to juggle the remote control in the left, she inadvertently hit the wrong channel. Instead of wholesome, enriching fun, games and sing-a-longs, there was a news report, complete with disconcertingly graphic video, of a man getting flattened in one of Spain's ridiculous, (and predominantly male) pastimes, the running of the bulls.

Needless to say, the sight of a half a ton's worth of beef vigorously using this guy as trampoline, put my wife into an increasingly hysterical state and try as she might, she couldn't get the remote to change the channel. At which point, my daughter happily pointed to the grisly scene and said, "Cow, Moooo!"

For a fun look at Spanish, (without any cliched bulls!), check out my romantic comedy, Loosely Translated, where a Spanish translator meets the author of the awful detective series that she has "improved".

If that sounds like your cup of tea, buy me a couple of beers - that's about how much the book costs, and you'll get that warm, fuzzy feeling of helping out an indie author. Cheers!

Loosely Translated at Amazon.com

To read more on the "joys" of fatherhood, here's the link:
Mean, Horrible Daddy