I’m not the kind of person that talks on the phone very much, and whenever I do, I cannot stop moving. But no, I don’t just figit with my hands, or do some other small motion - it seems that I cannot make a phone call without simultaneously pacing around my house, jumping up and down and acting in some fashion, or talking to my sandals (silently though, of course). But I’m very happy with myself, I called 9 people yesterday. Nine! But I got so hyper pacing back and forth that I had to wash the floor to get it out of my system.

Several days ago in my French class, we had 10 sentences (5 for a host, 5 for a guest), and we were supposed to put them in a logical order. This was how our team’s group did it:

Bienvenue! Merci. Tu n’as pas soif? Oui, excellant. Fais comme ches toi. Non, ca va. Tu as fiat bon voyage? C’est gentil de ta part. Pas trop fatiguee? Si, j’ai tres soif.

Now, the translation of that conversation is as follows:

Welcome! Thank you. You’re not thirsty, are you? Yes, excellent. Make yourself at home. No thanks, I’m fine. Did you have a good trip? Your very kind. Are you tired? Yes, I’m very thirsty.

Sorry if you didn’t think that was very funny (maybe it was just the moment). I would like to say a farewell to Bitty Schram before I leave for today. She was a wonderful part of the wonderful TV show Monk for 38 excellent episodes, but alas, she will not return. We miss you already, Sharona.

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