I'll shellac YOU!

People have asked me if I get too much of my Vigilante boyfriend (we have nearly all our classes together, and he's over, like all the time). I don't think so, though. For one, we actually make an effort not to hang out together too much at school, prompting a number of classmates to continue to ask me how things are going with him. Which is good because it means that they don't know that things are going great. Which is definitive proof that we're not being gross at school.

But we do study together a lot. Which is kind of fun. It means that besides getting stuff done (or not), there's almost always an accomplice for more tea or an impromptu walk. Which is what we were doing last week when we saw this kind of tree he likes (I guess it's all over Toronto).

And I said it was a Sambuka Tree.

I mean, I knew it wasn't a Sambuka Tree, but that's just the word that came to my head because I knew the actual tree name was something close to Sambuka.

But then we were stuck with Sambuka, and niether of us could get it out long enough to remember the real name. We guessed that it had an S...and an A

He said Shabbat Tree. Then I said Salal. We pondered that for a bit. WAS there an l in it?

I think that brought him to Shellac.

I said S'uh-lap (like Slap only drawn out into 2 syllables).

And by then we were almost home when we found the word.

Sumac.

---Two Shoes