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Speaking of French, my mother and nephew went to Paris last week on a school trip (or a trip through the school. Or somethin’.). I talked to my mother last night, and they apparently had a pretty good time, although my mother was disappointed that she never got to have any pastries (she wanted to visit the local bakery, but couldn’t make time to do so). Their room arrangements got fucked up, so they ended up in a room with a girl and her aunt (I guess there was some kind of divider between the two sides of the room, so they weren’t in each others’ faces all the time or anything – but still. Would YOU want to share a room with a couple of strangers?), who told my mother several times that it was fine, and then apparently promptly went off and had hysterics about the arrangements.
Four days is apparently not enough time to “do” Paris, but they hit the important attractions, like the Eiffel Tower (at 10:00 at night!) and a ride down the Seine. They visited a perfumery, and my mother sent me a bitty bottle of French perfume. I’ve opened the bottle and sniffed it, figuring that it’d be the bee’s knees, but I’m not sure I’m all that impressed with the scent. I’ll stick with my Sand & Sable, I think.
I’ve always thought that April in Paris was supposed to be beautiful, but my mother reports that it was cold and miserable. Also, everyone in Paris wears black.
Heh.
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I stayed up late to finish Jamie Kennedy’s
autobiography last night. He’s a funny guy, that Jamie Kennedy, not that I’m surprised. As a direct result of finishing the book right before I went to sleep, I had a dream that
Pamie was acting out the entire book for me, word for word.
I woke up laughing. Damn I love it when I wake up laughing – it’s tons better than having a bad dream and waking up crying, believe you me.
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I was ready to call the woman who runs the no-kill cat shelter I volunteer for and quit this morning. I had to wait close to 10 minutes for a manager to open the door to the cat room (yeah, I know she was in the manager’s office counting money, but eh. Am I not more important?), and then one of the cats hid under the cages and I couldn’t get the little bastard to come out for love or money, and I was just ready to throw up my hands and quit out of frustration (not to mention that I exercise before I go to the pet store, and even though I had cooled down for five minutes before I changed out of my exercise clothes and into my everyday clothes, by the time I had cleaned out two cat cages, I had sweat running freely down my face, and my clothes were sticking to me and making me VERY VERY UNCOMFORTABLE). But then one of the two kittens there managed to force his way out of his cage, and he went under the cages and CHASED the cat who was hiding there out, so that I could snatch him up and toss him back in his cage, and all was well.
Also, the kitten who forced his way out of his cage was like the Bean at his spazziest, but as soon as I picked him up he’d meow bitchily at me and then purr so loud it shook his little body, and I’d just melt.
Besides, if I quit, how on earth would I get my kitten fix?
(Cat pictures will be up tomorrow)
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Oh, da Poot-poot.
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