Half and Half
I leave for Paris tomorrow, and this time it's a solo trip. I have a client meeting on Friday, then I'll spend the rest of the time wishing Evan was there and moping around.
Okay, just kidding about that last part, but I will miss him. I can't remember the last time I was in Paris without Evan. Besides not having someone to enable me to eat more eclairs, who the heck is going to get me out of a conversational jam? He swoops down and saves me when I use the wrong word or tense. And if I'm being totally honest, I rely on him way too much to do most of the talking.
Perhaps this trip is what I need to solidify the French I've been working on for what seems like forever. I'm half looking forward to it, half dreading the blank stares as I fumble around for coherent sentences.
Speaking of half and half, it's the only thing I like in my coffee and we're out. The crazy thing is, a full quart we brought home from the grocery store disappeared. I plan to find it months from now in some stray cabinet.