Resolutions

Mad home skills

I had quite the day today.  I was Betty Freaking Cocker this morning and at one point I was making waffles, cooking soup, vegetable stock and chicken and doing laundry all at the same time.  That's some hardcore domesticity right there.  In the process of plugging in the waffle maker, the was a spark, then fire and then smoke that came out of one of the electrical sockets in the kitchen.  Normally, this would cause me to panic and possibly cry, but I wasn't worried since the handymen were going to come over.  They looked at it and said it was fine, but they fixed three other electrical outlets that needed some attention.  They also put in a new light over the dining room table.  This one is stylish and exponentially less obnoxious than the other one.

My New Year's Resolutions are pretty simple: drink more water, watch less TV and listen to more French.  I have to spend some quality time listening to French because I feel sometimes like the only French I speak anymore is French I.  Therefore, I have resolved to listen to France Info when I get home and am preparing diner or when I'm at school when I normally would be listening to Miranda Lambert.  And let me tell you how glad I did this today because right when I turned on France Info there was a report, swear to God, about how you can reserve hotel rooms in Paris for just two hours in the afternoon, you know for a little, something something with the person you aren't married to.  The guy in the report said matter of factly,  "Well, you know, some people don't want to go to the office or the car."  The lady running one of the hotels (three stars) said that for her it was easy because she was a nicer hotel and she had the cleaning staff who could refaire la chambre right after the lover's tryst.  Let me tell you that this information is not information that is in any textbook I've ever used and I'm going to file it away in case I'm ever cheating on someone with a Frenchman in Paris.  Mostly I'm just concerned about other cultural tidbits I have been missing.

I also watched Max today.  It was a bit rough because he did not want to sleep anywhere but on top of me and the handymen were here and also the duck was a bit rude with him.  I took Max out to look at the duck and I believe this was the conversation:

Duck:  Your grandma dresses you funny and you are not the bright center of the universe.

Max:  (WAIL! SCREAM! CRY! SERIOUS TEARS!)

Seriously, I had to tell Max that I wouldn't let the duck talk to him like that again and that I was going to kick her ass when he left and that she was a mean duck and that she didn't mean it and he shouldn't believe what she says because his grandma doesn't dress him funny and he is the bright center of the universe.  Then we went inside and played and listened to France Info.  Best part is I watched that guy from 10-5 and I don't even need to take a pain pill!