Oh the thrills one has chez Grandparents. Whether it's the weather lady referring to a nasty storm as a "belle perturbation" (a beautiful disturbance) or drama over where to stop for tea, it's not boring. I just watched the first bit of a movie about these famous sculptors falling in love. It was in french, and while I get the gist, the angst in the film helps a lot when deciphering what's going on.
Wait, she was moping because he was sleeping with the model, but now it's all good because he showed her how to properly sculpt muscles in her gargoyle.
Sounds about right.
This weekend was the weekend of "patrimoine." Everything in France is open to the public, in other words. The museums, the parks, the chateaux, etc etc etc. We visited a chapelle, a dolman shaped like a toad and a lighthouse.
Free, free, free. All the newscasters go potty about patrimoine, showing big long lines and small children goofing off. Which is essentially the gist of it. If Minnesota had patrimoine, we would have farm tours, fatty food on a stick, enterprises giving guided glossy tours and all our wicked cool museums would have lots of Minnesoooootan visitors. Accents free also.
WAH, it's 7 degrees colder in nantes than Minneapolis. What is this nonsense? I was told they had their weather figured out. N'importe quoi, I'm still wearing shorts tomorrow. After all, Midwestern shorts season (for reasonable people) is the beginning of March till the end of October. People here will think I'm weird, but then again, I put my bread on my plate.
How do you like me now?
Granny Peppa wants me to say that "my private life is so absorbing that I need to go sleep and be absorbed in my fascinating private life."
It's pretty sweet, but not enough to merit using the word absorb in two different facons.
However "I will send Grunk to come beat you if you don't go to bed" has been threatened.
Self Preservation > Blog.
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