Remember when I rocket-launched a six-pack of Orangina all over the grocery store floor? And then just a month or so later, when I accidentally spiked 3 bottles of Coca-cola at the register, sending shards of glass into other people’s shopping bags? Well, as you might guess, all of the cash register ladies at my…
I walk by this sign nearly every day as I head toward the metro. And every time I see it, the same line of questioning goes through my head: What the hell is Trussardi My Pants? Are these two separate stores? Or one place with an absurd name? Or is Trussardi used here as a…
I just watched this video on Dooce, and I was totally digging it right up until the very last frame. You know, the one with the crying newborn and the dead guy. Because at the first yelp of that little wiggling human my heart seized up and my breath shortened and all I could think…
Ahhh Amsterdam. City of friendly Dutch people, quaint canals…and cannabis. Oh and sex workers. And lots of bars full of twenty-something backpackers. At least that was my first impression after arriving at 11pm and dragging our suitcases and my pregnant belly through the rowdy Red Light district to our hotel. Dodging a broken beer glass,…
Husband and I were recently discussing the future upbringing of le bébé when the topic of Easter came up. Even though we were both raised Catholic (and I somehow found myself at not one but two Jesuit institutions of higher learning, without even really knowing what a Jesuit was), we don’t celebrate any religious holidays by…
Parisians take their sunshine and relaxation verrrry seriously. At the first sign of glorious springtime weather they come out in full force to lounge, picnic, and lounge some more. Every square inch (or should I say meter) of every park is packed, and those folks won’t hesitate to pull up a chair or a blanket…
That sounds really dirty, doesn’t it? Well, it’s not. It’s just sad. I’ve been inexcusably bad at updating the old blog and teaching you vocab over the past 2 weeks, and I have nothing to blame other than uncharacteristically spectacular weather and a complete obsession with baby strollers. Now, I hate the fact that my…
Husband (after watching Tom Brady break into tears talking about almost not getting drafted): Do you think Tom Brady could be our baby’s godfather? Me: Um… Husband: I mean, I wouldn’t be asking in a weird, serial killer stalker kind of way. I could write him a nice letter. Do you think he’d say yes?…
Yes, my dad is wearing a tshirt that says “Not dead yet.” And if that isn’t a happy approach to getting older, I don’t know what is. Happy birthday Big Daddy!
I went and totally skipped out on our Vocab lesson last Friday. Now I could blame the outrageously beautiful Parisian weather (sunny! warm enough for flip flops! Which means we’ll be wearing turtlenecks in July) or attribute the lapse to baby brain. But the truth is, I was just really pumped about scoring a Baby…
Unlikely Diplomat 