Leh-gi-sla-tive

So I went to get a manicure last night after work and my new fave strip mall place, Angel Tips. The name makes me laugh and it's two minutes from work, (it's next to the Baja Fresh and Pantera that I go to almost every day now, ah lunch-laziness) and they have 12 dollar 10 minute massages, and get this, a manicure's 10 dollars, holy wow! Anyroo, I went there, and it was a Chinese place, and one of the ladies asked me for help pronouncing the word 'legislative.' We said it together a few times, and then I asked my manicurist (her name-tag said 'Anna'. I wonder if they get to pick their own American names or if they get given them by their boss.) if she was studing for citizenship, and she said, "No, she study become American."
This follows closely on a conversation I had with a guy who moved here with his family from Portugal when he was seven. His folks had just taken the citizenship test, and he was telling me various and sundry facts about American history that I as a lazy spoiled born-here American didn't know or forgot. Like, we only sing the first stanza of the National Anthem, turns out the damn thing has three more. And the one I felt stupid for, I forgot why John Hancock means signature, I mean I knew he was a signer but I forgot that he signed it largest. Portuguese guy then guilted me about being a lazy slack American who doesn't appreciate my country. Which is so not true, but you know. It's the privilege of the more recent immigrant to guilt-trip the less recent one.
Breakfast time!