With the two-plus decades I’ve lived stateside, from across the merry ol’ pond, you’d think I’d be fully versed in American lingo, slang, and whatnot — at least among the amazing friends I’ve made during this time. Well, Luvs, you’d be seriously wrong. So, what’s a girly like me to do? I fake it, yep… yep. Kinda-sorta. The Scene Picture it, Maryland, 2025, and I’m deep in convo, and all is going great. Injecting laughs, creating laughs, and getting the full picture until someone throws in a term or catchphrase from their yesteryear, and all of a sudden, the laughter, for me, grinds a little to a halt. We got…
