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Vocab Friday: Stupide

Our vocab lesson is going to be short and sweet today because I am not sure my brain can handle much else. Folks, I am really dumb these days. Case in point: I showed up for my Monday doctor’s appointment on Wednesday. Even worse: A friend was arriving yesterday from Dubai at 7:30. So I…

Please forgive me.

I have a deep, dark, dirty secret to share with you. Well, it’s not really very secret, since approximately half of my readership was involved. But that makes me no less ashamed to type what I am about to type: I fed my family Pizza Hut. In Paris. ON PURPOSE. And it was good. Go…

How Big Daddy does France.

He came. He saw. He kicked France’s ass. That’s about the best way to sum up my dad’s recent visit to the City of Light (and beyond). In just 5 short days we saw 6 arrondissements, drove around the Arc de Triomphe, explored D-day beaches, scaled Mont Saint Michel and still had time to chill…

Oh, the places I can drink!

Yeah, yeah, it’s Saturday. And I missed Vocab Friday. But I was busy showing some awesome friends around Paris and doing some awesome things, like attending an open-air performance of Carmen at L’Hotel des Invalides: With a picnic of saucisse and wine of course: And then we went back to champagne country, so I could…

The anti-frites, anti-foie gras dinner.

One of the best parts about having visitors here is showing them all of the most glorious things to eat. And we all know that I’ve been doing some serious eating. No one, and I mean no one, leaves on my watch without at least trying: pain au raisins (from my corner bakery, bien sur)…

Mistress of Misinformation.

It’s a well known fact that I have just a smidge of my mom’s type A personality. So of course I approach my tour guiding duties here in Paris with a certain level of intensity, unloading facts and tidbits and trivia on my guests at every turn. I figure a little context goes a long way,…

Til death do us shart.

Yes, you read that title correctly, and I’ll get to that later. First let me say that I have the best family and most understanding husband on the planet. Hands down. Not even the Von Trapps or the Osbournes or the Obamas could come close to their awesomity. Why? Because even after a whirlwind week…

Test Guests and Butter Brain.

It’s been far too long since I updated you (few) loyal readers on my latest Parisian antics. And that’s in part because I’m kind of working (booo! hiss!) and taking too many French classes to count (mon dieu!). But it’s also because we had our very first guest, all the way from Finland! This was…