"It's Friday, I'm in Love"...well, not really
Greetings all. Happy Friday! It's fucking freezing outside (-9 C), so not like there's much to entice me outside anyways, but I'm staying put for the night. Oh yeah, that reminds me, I saw my thermometer (the one that fell off my kitchen window sill) in the dentist's lair's window downstairs. That bitch stole my thermometer! What, did she think God decided to bestow it upon her in some act of divine benevolance? No, it fell off my windowsill into her enclosed backyard, and the bitch kept it. Grrr.
So today had all my classes. I made toll house cookies yesterday to bring for dessert at Valerie's Friday Lunch. Daniel (not the one I stayed with, but the one at Jean Mace) brought pigeons. So I ate pigeon. Go me. And managed to knock my glass of wine over. Again, go me. But everyone loved my cookies. Valerie asked for the recipe, Ivan said they were perfectly done, etc. Although Claudine said there was too much chocolate. Now, I know she didn't say that to me. In my book, there's no such thing as too much chocolate, but alas, that's what she said. And it was even less than a 12-oz package of CC's (that came to 340 g, and I only used 300 g). Oh well, can't please everyone.
So Daniel mentioned "A Cat Among Pigeons," a book by an American author, the guy's name he didn't know. So my guesses were: 1) Earnest Hemmingway 2) Agatha Christie (to which he replied, no, it was a man who wrote it). So I came home and googled it. It's Agatha Christie. So I tell him, and he says, oh yes, I was thinking of a different book, "Of Mice and Men," by Steinbeck. What is this, Famous American Authors and Their Books With Animals in the Title for $300, Alex? Fortunately we didn't have mice for lunch. :)
Went to Villeneuve for the afternoon classes and Isabelle informs me that there's a substitute for Daniel today; he's at the hospital in Limoges. I'm like, wtf, is he ok, starting to freak out, but she then said that he had a Dr.'s appt and took a half day. Way to freak me out, people. I'm going to give him a call later.
Oh, so Lori's boss at the gallery in S. FL apparently is from Belgium and has this thing for French toothpaste, this particular brand not available in the US due to its high flouride content (exceeds limits I suppose). So he requested that I send him 20 tubes of this stuff because the shipment his daughter sent him from Paris 20 years ago is almost out. Seriously, not making this up. :) So I go to the pharmacy today (that's the only place that carries this particular brand) and tell this story to the pharmacist (in France, everything works better if you tell stories). So they have 20 tubes, and they're 4.90 euros a tube. So I dropped 98 euros on toothpaste today. Damn, I say "so" a lot. Just noticed that...anyways, packed it all in a big box and will send it Monday because the post office is closed for the day and I might be going out of town tomorrow (see below). Hopefully I won't be arrested for sending illegal toothpaste into the states. "So what are you in for?" "Oh, I sent a stockpile of forbidden toothpaste in the mail." Way to go.
Ah, yes, speaking of mail, my mailbox has a lock on it and unfortunately is outside, therefore is fucking frozen. Not knowing if I've got letters/bills/ads, etc, I must be the dumb Floridian and ask how it's possible to open said locked green mail box, short of using some kind of electrical flaming torch, which would probably electrocute me in the snow and render the point of opening said mail box moot.
At lunch, Valerie mentioned that she might be going to Montlucon (cedille on the C; yay for French grammar) tomorrow to go shopping, would I want to go with? Hot damn, sale shopping an a somewhat-city; I'm in! So she's gonna give me a call and we'll see if that works. I'm hoping to find a sweater or two on sale. Woot. That and she's bringing Clarice, the baby who adores me, so that should be fun.
Wow, this is a long post. Hope I haven't bored you to tears. Bon week-end!
So today had all my classes. I made toll house cookies yesterday to bring for dessert at Valerie's Friday Lunch. Daniel (not the one I stayed with, but the one at Jean Mace) brought pigeons. So I ate pigeon. Go me. And managed to knock my glass of wine over. Again, go me. But everyone loved my cookies. Valerie asked for the recipe, Ivan said they were perfectly done, etc. Although Claudine said there was too much chocolate. Now, I know she didn't say that to me. In my book, there's no such thing as too much chocolate, but alas, that's what she said. And it was even less than a 12-oz package of CC's (that came to 340 g, and I only used 300 g). Oh well, can't please everyone.
So Daniel mentioned "A Cat Among Pigeons," a book by an American author, the guy's name he didn't know. So my guesses were: 1) Earnest Hemmingway 2) Agatha Christie (to which he replied, no, it was a man who wrote it). So I came home and googled it. It's Agatha Christie. So I tell him, and he says, oh yes, I was thinking of a different book, "Of Mice and Men," by Steinbeck. What is this, Famous American Authors and Their Books With Animals in the Title for $300, Alex? Fortunately we didn't have mice for lunch. :)
Went to Villeneuve for the afternoon classes and Isabelle informs me that there's a substitute for Daniel today; he's at the hospital in Limoges. I'm like, wtf, is he ok, starting to freak out, but she then said that he had a Dr.'s appt and took a half day. Way to freak me out, people. I'm going to give him a call later.
Oh, so Lori's boss at the gallery in S. FL apparently is from Belgium and has this thing for French toothpaste, this particular brand not available in the US due to its high flouride content (exceeds limits I suppose). So he requested that I send him 20 tubes of this stuff because the shipment his daughter sent him from Paris 20 years ago is almost out. Seriously, not making this up. :) So I go to the pharmacy today (that's the only place that carries this particular brand) and tell this story to the pharmacist (in France, everything works better if you tell stories). So they have 20 tubes, and they're 4.90 euros a tube. So I dropped 98 euros on toothpaste today. Damn, I say "so" a lot. Just noticed that...anyways, packed it all in a big box and will send it Monday because the post office is closed for the day and I might be going out of town tomorrow (see below). Hopefully I won't be arrested for sending illegal toothpaste into the states. "So what are you in for?" "Oh, I sent a stockpile of forbidden toothpaste in the mail." Way to go.
Ah, yes, speaking of mail, my mailbox has a lock on it and unfortunately is outside, therefore is fucking frozen. Not knowing if I've got letters/bills/ads, etc, I must be the dumb Floridian and ask how it's possible to open said locked green mail box, short of using some kind of electrical flaming torch, which would probably electrocute me in the snow and render the point of opening said mail box moot.
At lunch, Valerie mentioned that she might be going to Montlucon (cedille on the C; yay for French grammar) tomorrow to go shopping, would I want to go with? Hot damn, sale shopping an a somewhat-city; I'm in! So she's gonna give me a call and we'll see if that works. I'm hoping to find a sweater or two on sale. Woot. That and she's bringing Clarice, the baby who adores me, so that should be fun.
Wow, this is a long post. Hope I haven't bored you to tears. Bon week-end!