That’s enough to start a cult! What should our cult be called? I guess the purpose of it could be to worship me. Actually, you worship the dead, so we should worship Napoleon. He would like that. It’s funny, Mr. Bond, according to your statistics you check it maybe once every two weeks. Are you sure it’s my blog your checking?
So I did end up going out to celebrate Tamkharit (sp?) at my friend, Ibrahima’s. It wasn’t too much of a celebration, I guess it’s not of the bigger holidays, but we had some really good food and Ibrahima and his friends are really nice. Rebecca started off talking in french, and I was like… I’ll just follow the conversation and stay quiet. That way it won’t be so apparent that my french sucks. So, we’re going along and it’s all in french, and I’m like this is great, I don’t have to say a thing! Then, Ibrahima actually does say something to me in french, and it’s the first thing I don’t understand! And then he and Rebecca started laughing and I asked what he said, and he had said my french was really making progress. So much for that.
I am absolutely convinced by now that my french will never improve to the point that I need it to, but it’s my fault. I should also realize by now that whenever i go out I know I’m going to embarrass myself one way or another. That never seems to fail.
I had a good time though, more speaking in french, so that was good.
On another note, I went to the boutique last night and this guy walks in and says hello. He then proceeded to ask me what happened to my finger (it took him explaining it 3 times, but i finally got it) and I said my cat tried to eat my nail, so it needs a bandaid. He asked if it was healing and I said yes, but I just couldn’t look at it. He said he felt better because he saw me in the boutique the night before and I was wondering what had happened all day. It’s so strange what some people pick up on and think about!
Well, I’m about to try making another phone call to Pop… unfortuntately my french is so bad that speaking on the phone is torturous. Both for me and the person on the other end. But it must be done.
p.s. OMG it is so cold to take showers here still! I take them and then as soon as I’m back inside I dive for the covers and hide under there till I’m warm again. I swear my palms actually turn blue.
