I want to learn French. For no other reason than the fact it sounds so sophisticated and sexy. Why did I have to spend my time learning German and Russian? When's the last time I ever used that skill? Exactly.
And don't dare tell me I'll never use French in everyday life, either. When I become insanely wealthy and fabulous, I'll have a paramour named Yves. To go along with my pool boy, Armando. Oh yes I will.
By the by, I just found out what that line from "Lady Marmalade" means. It pretty much means "Can we get it on". I never knew that. Huh. The More You Know (cue the starburst)
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haha@ "paramour named Yves".
Careful with that one, though. I've nevr seen a hot "Yves"...
French is cool for the most part. I wish I had studied it longer. Tant Pis!
Okey dokey. You learn French and I'll learn Italian and between us we've pretty much got Europe covered!
My husband can speak fluent German. It's really only useful when German dialogue in movies isn't subtitled, but I get a kick out of the fact that he knows a foreign language.
Ha, Anners, me either. It was the first name I thought of though, so even if his name isn't really Yves, I'm calling him Yves anyway. And he'll like it.
Sounds like a plan, Joders!
That seems to be the only time it comes in handy with me as well, Shannon. And at those times I think those four years were totally worth it :)
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