rooftop and a trip
I love the French language and have always been jealous of people who can speak French. You think I would have picked up the language considering that my mom, both of my brothers, and my sister-in-law Kitty speak French. But, no. Yours truly here can’t even ramble off a sentence in Spanish without sounding like a hick.
Maybe I should try Rosetta Stone? Does it even work? The kiosks at the mall where they sell “The Stone” is never busy so I question the results. What do you think?
Okay, I am rambling……a-n-d stop.
Mr. B and I are feeling much better today. Thank you for asking. Even though I didn’t sleep very well last night, it actually worked out in my favor. I am discovering that mini-comas leave me feeling groggy and unmotivated. Es no bueno. I have decided that if I get around seven of hours sleep, I am a happy camper. Anything less then seven hours, and people around me start dropping like flies.
As if recovering from Saturday’s shenanigans isn’t enough, this week we are preparing to head west for Memorial weekend. Did I forget to mention that small detail?
Yep, we are heading to….L.A.!!
We decided to share two tapas.