Ma bouche est trés sensible !

[rebecca_in_blue]

Sarah just bought an airline ticket to return to Beijing for the summer. I know this because on the way to this computer room, she ran past me in the hall and yelled, "Rebecca! I buy a ticket!"

So today I went to the dentist to get my cavity filled. My stomach dropped out the minute he said the word "injection," so he offered to do it without the injection, since my cavity is small enough. But in retrospect, the injection might have actually been better. There are two phrases that no dentist should ever utter, especially not to me. 1) "Try to relax." Relax? Why don't you just ask me to shit butterflies while you're at it? 2) "It's almost over." My dentist said this at least three times today, and it was true the last time, but by then I'd stopped believing him.

Sara fishing coins out of a fountain in Villers-Cotterêts. She did this (or tried to) at every fountain we saw on the trip!


Sara inside a big red phone booth in London. You can see my reflection in the glass, so this counts as a picture of both of us. She said there were lots of ads for phone sex lines taped inside.


Sara in front of St. Paul's. I was going to post the one of her in front of Notre Dame, but she blinked in that one.


Me with the Peter Pan statue in front of Great Ormond Street Hospital. I like his pose better than the one in Kensington Gardens. He's blowing fairy dust in your face and looks more mischevious. But this Peter's not the actual size of a little boy like Peter in the Gardens is.