Oh là là. I'm reporting to you live from my bed. It's day two of feeling like fresh-brewed hell. I've heard that when working with kids you're susceptible to all types of germs but good lord, this cold (perhaps flu?) is the mother of all colds. It's ripping roaring right through the medication, rendering it completely useless. I have a bowl of chicken stock to my left, a box of tissues to my right and 90210 Senior Year in the DVD player - I'm sorry but I still get annoyed that Kelly went to the prom with Dylan, and Brenda had to go with that D-list cast member with the mole. What was his name again?
Anyway...during my brief internet absence, the women's comedy website HaHas for HooHas published my oldie but goodie tale of my very first Christmas in France. For my older readers, you guys know the madness that is this story, but for my newer readers, enjoy the biggest blunder I have ever made with the French language! Woops! Expat Tip: If you don't know the word in French, saying it in English with a French accent can result in major damage...besides looking like an idiot. Here's what happened when I chose this method of "speaking" French.
A Lesson in French Vocabulary
