OK, well, maybe not pouring. But I want to go play in it! I love the rain. It cools down my little hotbox apartment. And they just cut the grass at the park across the street. So, it's a double dose of olfactory awesomeness.
Anyway. Enough of me waxing poetic about smells.
I'm trying to think of something for Mike and I to do together for a bit of self-improvement. Aside from the obvious (losing weight, eating healthier, etc.), I want us to do something to stimulate the old head meat. I want us to learn to speak another language.
Mike is already a bi-lingual person. And I am insanely jealous of that fact. I've never learned another language. Never took Spanish or Japanese in school. I have no idea why. I've always wanted to speak another language. I like the idea of going somewhere, and while probably not being fluent, at least know enough to get around.
BUT. Oh, yes, there's a "but". While it would make sense for me to just learn to speak Mike's mother tongue, I want us to both learn a new language. And that language is French.
There's something about France that has always fascinated me. The food, the art...well OK, mostly the food and the art. OK, some of the art. OK, I just think the language is sexy. OK, plus the food is totally awesome. And, I have always wanted to go to France. Not just Paris, but all over France. Mike does, too.
So, yeah.
Mostly, this is just a post to get me back into blogging. Oh blogging! It has been so long!
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