distressed me: "we need to put these boxes out on the fire escape for three days in the hot sun (don't ask why!), but the forecast says it will thunderstorm every other day until we die...."
cute-foreign-boyfriend: "maybe we could put one of those plastic things over it. what is it called....a turd?"
laughing me: "a turd? do you mean a tarp?!"
cute-foreign-boyfriend: "oh yeah--not a turd--a tarp. what is a turd, again?"