Come to find out French is NOT Contagious…
Tuesday, October 16th, 2007I have so many stories to share, but I’m going to briefly say hello with this one brief one.
Sitting outside at a cafe, I casually mention to Prince, “I noticed that really the French don’t do finger foods.”
Him: “Wha…”
Me: “Well, maybe it avoids having to touch foods since now that I think about it, we didn’t wash our hands before we ate and we were climbing all those stairs and touching handrails.” (sidenote: I’m icked out by that just remembering it — please don’t think ill of me — I can’t believe I did that.)
Him: “Honey, what do you think you are going to catch? French*?
Well, NO — I don’t think I’m going to catch French, but I am not so sure about the things the tourists might carry….
* In thinking about it, I think “catching French” can be summed up best by “becoming a cheese loving surrender monkey” — I already like cheese — let’s not push the rest. (Oh, and you know the middle of the French Flag is white, right? It is so surrender in easy no matter where you are — heck, I think Prince and I conquered a neighborhood or two… I jest…mostly.