"When good Americans die, they go to Paris." - Oscar Wilde

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Ice Cream and Wine

Tonight at dinner Mme. said she was going to wash my draps tomorrow morning. Then the family started talking about the English word, sheets. Except when François said sheets, he spoke quickly and bounced in his chair, squealing "Shit! Shit!"

Berry and I started rollin', but the rest of the family didn't catch it. Mme. laughed anyway. I probably laughed a little longer than necessary because I had just thrown back a glass of wine and devoured an ice cream cone.

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