rebecca_in_blue | Bien sur j'ai oublié tout! C'est pas ma faute!

In all the complaining I did yesterday, I forgot to mention two awesome things that happened on Monday. I went by the house to drop off two movies of Adam's, and as I was walking up the driveway, the cutest little puppies came running up like they'd been expecting me. They were poodles, I think, and the sweetest little balls of fur you ever saw. (That sounds so sappy, doesn't it? But they were!) The neighbor said she'd found them on her lawn that morning with no collars or anything, and that she'd put an ad in the paper for them and probably her mom would take them if no one claimed them. I was tempted to take them home myself, they were so sweet.

At work that afternoon, I was asking this woman with a bunch of daughters if she wanted to sign up for our reward card, and she said, "No, we live in France." I almost died! I didn't get to talk to her for very long, and I was so nervous that I'm sure she had a good laugh at my français horrible. I had no idea whether she was American or French; in France I could usually tell which language was a person's first, but she spoke them both so perfectly.

It was very sad, in a way. Not long ago I could've had a real conversation with that woman, but now my French is so rusty that I was almost ashamed to speak it, especially to someone who was obviously fluent. The hardest thing for me to accept is that my French is eventually going to seep away from me.