I was doing an excellent job of blocking out all surround sounds when The Husband spoke and the language barrier fun began...
"This girl, she's a catcher."
Barely looking up from my book, "a what?"
"Huh?" See, I wasn't really paying attention as I was pretty wrapped up in my book and my tea.
"A catcher" The Husband was getting more annoyed now.
"Oui!" With a little huff and puff popping out.
"You mean like in baseball?"
"No, like Hulk Hogan."
"You mean a wrestler."
"Yes, she's a wrestler."
It's all very exhausting around here.
P.S. According to the ever reliable Wikipedia, "Catch wrestling is a style of Folk wrestling that was developed and popularised in the late 19th century by the wrestlers of traveling carnivals." Huh. Interesting. I guess this is what The Husband was talking about.