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Oscar couch commentary.

Here’s a representative snippet of the running commentary from our couch last night as we watched the Oscars red carpet: Me: “Holy Nick Nolte!” Husband: “Whoa. Is he drunk?” Me: “Probably.” Me: “Oh Penelope, that hairdo is no bueno.” Husband: “I bet that guy freebased cocaine on the way in.” Me: “Um, that’s Jason Segel. From…

Vocab Friday: Aiiieeeee!

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…

Dear Tom.

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?…

Folie de Mars

So a classmate of mine (a crazy Duke fan, no less) suggested that we engage in a bit of cross-cultural exchange this spring by initiating our French teacher (and one poor British student) into the wonders of Bracketology. Simple enough, right? I mean, it’s just 64 American college teams with 4 extra play-in teams playing…

So that’s where baby mannequins come from.

The fancy French fashion house Lanvin always has the best window displays at the store on Rue Saint-Honoré. So I had to stop and marvel at their latest offering, featuring several mannequin couples caught up in racy embraces. At first glance I thought, awww, they’re kissing! And then I saw this one: And, oh my…this…

Vocab Friday: Boulder holder

Being someone who likes to call herself a “writer” and also someone who lives in Paris, I thought I’d go ahead and make my cliché status official by signing up for a writing workshop at a coffee place right around the corner from Hemingway’s house. And not just any coffee place– the carrot cake from…