|Kevin - you're what the French call "les incompetents"|
Bon Jour People! Danny and I did a little road tripping over the weekend. Houston, TX to Milwaukee, WI baby! I'll be spending the next few weeks in Cheeseland at my parent's house.
Danny drove the first 17 hours of the trip, driving straight through the night. Being the team player that I am, I offered to take the wheel for the last 2 hours of our journey.
I was cruising down the Illinois highway and just as Danny drifted off into a deep sleep, I saw an exit sign for PARIS!!!! Can you believe it? “What an opportunity” I thought to myself! I immediately exited to go check out this Parisian city assuming it was a sister town to the one in France. Unfortunately, my excitement got the better of me and I sorta drove off the side of the road which woke up my husband.
He promptly noticed we were no longer on the highway and made me turn around immediately. Something along the lines “he’d been driving for 17 hours with no help and we weren’t going to fucking Paris and there’s no such thing as a “sister town” and let’s just get there god damnit.”
So that was a bummer – especially since I was already in the mood to do French stuff. I got my fix later that evening when we arrived at my parents house. I rented Moulin Rouge. I made French toast. I doused myself in Chanel perfume. I lit a up a cig in the house – and then my mom got pissed and that was the end of that.