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Heureusement, I cook better than I drive. Soon though, I will drive as well as I cook, which is really good. I told Fred about my family and how my nana cooks so much and how I learned from her. He asked if my family was "gros." I thought that meant big, like I have a lot of people in my family. However, the word for that would be grande. So he started telling me about how dangerous it was to be gros. So I realized that gros means fat.
I drove the kids to school. I only stalled once on a big hill. Last night Fred took me around the city and made me do a hill start about 10 times. I did really well, but I guess I was nervous today.
After taking the kids to school, I took a nice walk around the neighborhood.
4 comments:
When my family lived in Germany, we had poppies growing in our back yard. Your photographs are beautiful.
Congrats for the good driving.
I have a cookbook entitled "French Women Don't Get Fat". Must be true.
How steep is the hill coming back from the passerelle (little bridge)!
Your camera is awesome. Love the last photo of the fluffy flower.
I love the photo of the gate.
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