With most French ladies (I lived there in middle school) all you are going to catch will be a tolerance for hair armpits and I SO agree on that, it's not a DEALBREAKER until you can braid it as far as I'm concerned, a penchant for fine cooking, and the occasional tongue lashing,
I am officially kind of hoping to catch this sucker, if only to find out for once and all what happened to the Luck I so Consistently Counted on.
I was doing great in that department . Now, I know how my son feels when he says mournfully, "I don't think I have the best luck."
I used to be all like "Kid you drove on 19 hits of acid and lived to tell about it. You are plenty lucky even if that did not happen, you could like, be you know a serf."
Now I know how he feels. Perhaps the dang house is teaching me life lessons but I feel unlucky because a) I don't have more precios yet, (Yeah yeah I know I have one, shut up."
But, I could be the inheritor of a huge estate, but I'm not .I could have grown up with a butler, but I didn't.
It's the husband he won't stop updating me and then I get MAD and want to do nasty things to every State Farm person who like, um, yeah.
He's also being insane. He has talked about like setting up one of the sheds to be his "home away from home' to oversee the contractors as they finish the house.
I think he has a cunning , fiendish plan to like ,get all the demo and some stuff done and then scare the State Farm lady into like, giving us a full cash payout and using it all to fix the house. Potentially .I believe it to be insane, but what can you do,
Anna