It’s a good thing my French teacher spent part of Tuesday discussing les interjections. You know, the French equivalent of those little exclamations and phrases you shout when you’re stuck in traffic or stub your toe or step in dog poo. Because when in France, you should be able to say WTF?! or UGH! or…
This is officially my 100th post – Cue the fireworks and free bottles of champagne! Yaaaahoooooooweeeee! (I’m totally ignoring the fact that this being only my 100th post in about a year means I really need to try harder to post more often. But who wants to rain on their own champagne infused parade? Let’s…
I have lots to share about my quick trip to Bordeaux this past weekend, but sadly, not enough time to write about it today. I know, I know – this busy life I lead! Reading and writing and drinking champagne and not really working can really jam up your daily schedule quicker than you think.…
Not to be confused with heartburn, although I did feel a little of that during some of the racier parts of this book that my dad sent me. It’s a funny thing, reading a mobster-POW-sex thriller that has the word “penis” in just about every other paragraph, knowing your own father read it and thought of…
And oh how being tan makes me a much happier person. That and the sweltering heat seems to have dissipated a bit here in Paris, leaving nothing but blue skies and more urban tanning opportunities. (For those of you worried about the health of my skin, fear not: I always apply at least SPF 50…
Unlikely Diplomat 