Life. Laughs. Ideas. Insights. From A Newly Liberated Mom
July 26, 2009
A couple of weeks ago, I started learning French. It’s a language that holds a certain mystique for me. It sounds so deliciously flowery I decided that I would spend a few minutes every night to pick it up.
Well, actually I got past saying a tout à l’heure when I dropped the girls off at school on Lundi before I head off to the gym. And I was hoping that by Août, I would je comprends un peu Français. But I don’t *sobs* .