First, I will write that I am not myself today.  For the past three months (or more?  hopefully not), I’ve been an overly stressed pumpkin (hard on the outside, squishy on the inside, easy to shatter and fun to mess with).  Today, however, I am in a world of happy.  My Aunt recommended a book I’m fascinated by and so I’ve spent every moment free from 4:12 p.m. yesterday afternoon until 8:00 a.m. this morning reading it.  It’s lovely, I love it, but I can’t recommend until I finish to make sure it’s this good all the way through.

Thus, already in a good mood, more goodness occurred.  Well, maybe not from Boy’s perspective, but anyhow – Boy slept in and we ended up leaving together, which always makes me happy – I love morning chit chat with Boy and its rarity makes it even more appealing.  So, train riding, woohoo – but let’s fast forward to about twenty minutes ago.

My wanderings took me to the basement where I passed a lovely friend of mine complaining about e-mails from an international vendor which always came in French – so how was she supposed to understand them?  Now, at this point, I wanted to speak randomly in French, but I stopped myself.  French is one of my absolute worst languages and as with most foreign languages I try, I end up speaking a mix of that other language and German.  So, I merely spoke English, saying that I wished I could say something funny in French.  At which point, the ladies in question said “Bonjour” and then the oddest thing happened.  I just started speaking French as if French was German and I actually knew what I was saying as I said it and in the proper accent.  Wow.  It was such a rush!  And, sadly, the moment is already gone… I don’t speak French anymore…