Today a grown man stuck his tongue out at me. No joke. As I was crossing the street, standing in the crosswalk, I think I startled him as he raced around the corner in his little car. He looked at me like most French people do. You know the look. The look that screams, “What the #@%!” I get it all the time. But this was a first. I had never had a grown man in a business suit driving a little teeny French car stick his tongue out at me. I was excited as he did it thinking how he would become famous on my blog. I wish he knew how silly he looked. It made me smile and for that I am thankful for his silliness.

I love the French. I think I really do! I know I am singing a different tune now that I don’t actually live with the French. But man, you got to love them. So much to love… Today Justin, Maisie, and I went out for brunch at one of our favorite places to have brunch. They have the most amazing spreads for your bread, like white chocolate, fig, some delish hazelnut thing that doesn’t even touch Nutella, dark chocolate, and the list goes on! Oh yeah. Pretty good stuff. But that is besides the point of this post. The lady that helped seat us when we walked in was a nice enough woman in her forties. The French will always tell you something is impossible if they don’t feel like they want to help you. She began by telling me it was impossible to seat us with the large poussette…

One of the funniest things to me about the French are what they wear when they workout. Tonight we saw a woman jogging in a pair of slacks, a sweater, and of course a scarf! No, she wasn’t running to catch the bus. She was running with a running partner (who was also wearing a strange workout outfit consisting of some capri cargo pants and a sweater… not as bad, but still a bit strange). Speaking of strange, today when I was trying to find Justin in a big (well, big for Paris) music store I decided to tune my ears to a normal American sound. “What sound,” you ask? The sound of a sniffing nose. Europeans consider it rude to sniff, just like us Americans would consider it rude to blow our nose at the dinner table or anywhere in public. So anyways, I followed the sound of the…

  I am not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing. Today it was a good thing. I am still really sick and just needed a break. Justin had downloaded a Teletubbies video upon my request because someone said little kids LOVED them. They were right. Maisie sat in front of the computer smiling, clapping, squealing and eating her little dried fruits for over 80 minutes. Sad. I normally wouldn’t stick her in front of the t.v. or computer, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I slept. I slept while the sound of Teletubbies rang in my ear. The show is actually quite disturbing. For instance, this creepy little baby sun. I couldn’t find a picture worthy of it’s creepiness. Just watch it one day and you will see!

Maisie and I are really sick. I have yuck in my throat and we are both coughing like crazy. We are also both grumpy and tired. Justin and I keep saying that it wouldn’t be Paris unless one of us were sick. It seems like our last year here someone was always sick. I guess that’s just life. So today I called Justin to see how the packing of our things were going (he went out to the countryside to pick up all our junk to bring it back to the city and either sell it or get it ready to ship back to the states). Justin told me that he had some bad news. Some of our stuff had been ruined while being stored. Rats. Or squirrels. Or something gross like that had decided to make a home in our things. Maisie’s little Moses basket (pictured below) has become…