Bonjour, Madames et Monsuiers!
Today, sil vous plait, call me Marcel.
For breakfast, Nancee made french toast, using french bread (made in Kentucky.) We had red wine (which came from Indiana - although the winery was just north of French Lick.) Yes wine in the morning, it is cold and that warms us up.
Oui, I am, how you say? Feeling zee Franhce.
Our little Bistro de Nancee
Did I say cold?
It’s so cold,
- the Wal-mart flasher was describing himself
- we chopped up the piano for firewood. We got two chords.
- I want a political rally for the hot air.
- I am a stiffy, except where it counts and that’s not getting far away from my body.
How cold is it where you are?
Tags: boomer cold
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