Au Revoir, Pee Wee! I'm Off to Paris!!
Just like Simone from Pee Wee's Big Adventure! A dream come true! I'm finally going to Paris, France! You see, I got a promise for this trip from my wonderful husband to ease the pain of a certain significant birthday. Significant as in, "I'm HOW old??" He gave me a beautiful print of Paris, a card with the Eiffel Tower on it and a sweet note inside about our future trip. And now, a few years later (I'm now, how old plus three) I'm going to get to the City of Lights. Paris!
Gosh, I'd love to blog more about it but I've got to get busy! I leave today! Let's see. Where's my checklist. Tube? Oui. Tyvek envelope? Oui. Requistion filled out? Oui!
Oh, I'm sorry, did you misunderstand me? I AM going to Paris today. Well, at least my oui oui is.... I'm sending a urine sample to a lab in Paris for testing related to autism.
C'est la wee!
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Lucky you, and romantic. I’ve been many times and love it. The French love when you try the language, no matter how badly. So let me share with you the first French phrase I learned at school. It was helpful. Here goes; essential French part une:
J’ai perdue mon chapeau. (I’ve lost my hat.)
By the way, bring a hat. And one you wouldn’t mind losing.
Have a good trip and a wondeful time there.
Well, I was going to offer to show you around, but I'll withdraw the offer if it's just oging to be escorting a test tube, lol.
But if you ever DO arrive, you better give me a heads' up first! They say I'm a really good tour guide. I've only lost a small percentage of the tourists I took into the catacombes - honest...
:-)
You never fail to crack me up! Baby steps, girl. First the oui oui, then who knows?
Seriously, I hope this transatlantic journey of wee achieves all you that hope it will.
Bon voyage, pee pee.
Oops –je suis an idiot(comme d'habitude) and you are tres funny!
Merci, Ahvarahn, J'ai vu que vous n'avez regardez tous des mots! J'espere que j'allais a Paris, Peut etres avant que je deviens trop vielle? Pardonnez ma francais, oui? Je suis une Americaine - mais j'essaie! :)
Um...does this mean you're not going?
Orion, I'm going to Paris as much as you're riding a SEAHORSE in your next equestrian event. Several milliliters of me is winging its way to Paris right now, though, courtesy of the USPS overnight to Europe service. Sigh...
Hey!
Our urine is going to France too! I collect the samples on Monday.
You'll get there on day Kim. On your international book tour. The nannies will take care of the kids. You'll have one for each child.
May my urine buy your urine a latte?? LOL! Unreal, eh?
Don't hold back; give it your all. Those French doctors need a large specimen for all those tests.
Paris is beautiful, the museums are wondrous, but the Parisians were unbearably rude when I was there. If you try to speak French, the typical response was 1) pretend ignorance (when I know what I said was intelligible); 2) ignore my question; 3) give me incorrect information or lie to me (one fellow told me he couldn't sell me a ticket to the Metro at the Metro booth); or 4) start insulting me in French for being there and/or butchering their language. If you try English, they are likely to at least answer you.
The ones who were nice to me were usually the imports.
I'm just sayin'. Anywhere but Paris it's supposed to be really friendly.
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