Tuesday, December 27, 2011
I got espresso in bed and lounged around in my forest green thigh high cable knit socks and my Santa hat.
I tripped and stumbled over my french and was very thankful that my facial expressions, hand gestures and my quirky ability to have an entire thesaurus (pretty much) memorized in my head- could get me through our communication barrier… along with the 5 years of French I effectively forgot from my childhood (at least alI know all the question words).
Ive been finding that, with us not speaking the same languages fluently, there’s no risk for rambling or talking about silly girly nonsense that men hate… because it takes a lot to share information, so you dont want to waste the effort until you are sure of what you want to say and how you want to say it. So you THINK alot more about what you are communicating to someone else, and you tend to talk about much more intellectual things, and I missed that.
But I love most that when we are together, he seems to be completely infatuated with me and hanging on my every word and not moving his eyes from my face… and me… well, I forget there even IS an outside world. And nevermind that we fall asleep kissing. Or that I wake up at 5 am ready to jet home and he will have none of it.
(How do you explain to someone what it mean to spoil a woman? Apparently that’s not something they’ve heard of in Paris)
Eventually we rejoined the waking world and went out for breakfast. Cantaloupe, honey dew melon, croissants, coffee… soooooo nice to enjoy sexy breakfast WITH someone that gets it.
So there… I kissed and told more than I probably ever have on my blog.
Christmas morning, *I* cooked breakfast, this time with all my housemates and Jen too. I made toast with berry compote (using cinnamon instead of sugar), strawberry kiwi salad, bacon, biscuits, the worlds fluffiest eggs and orange juice and vodka and coffee and baileys.
^ our little LSU Mouse treetopper angel type critter *heart*
^people & light watching with Jen on Christmas Eve
^yes dessert on Christmas, it actually looks WAY bigger than it was, a couple inches of cake, half a cup of Oreo ice-cream and a piece of chocolate graham cracker.
Now to get ready for the giant 442 famous new years bash on saturday!
We are going to spend the week purging the house and making room and decorating and digging out all the alcohol we have lying around the house.
Maybe this year I will finally get a NYE kiss, but if not, at least I’ll have champagne :D
How was your holiday?!!?