Love like a rock.

Today has been a shit of a day, on so many levels.

And yet.

I can go for beer after work with men I respect, who respect me. I have angels, who love me because they know they will never fall. And I come home to a woman I love. And if nothing else, the last six months, today not least of all, has been an object lesson in how much that last one means.

C'est une Chriss' du belle gig. But even if it weren't, c'est une Chriss' du belle vie. The gig just helps.

jai.
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Le mot du jour.

Le mot du jour est "PAMPLEMOUSSE!". All caps. The lovely Annie, our despotic stage manager, was in the garage the other day doing her impersonation of a fat hairy rigger, and someone called her "le petit chef du monde" (little boss of the world). Because, however, we all have terrible accents, she was highly offended. "I'm not a goat!" (chevre). So we pointed out that it could have been worse, we could have called her a pamplemousse (grapefruit). Turns out she quite likes being called pamplemousse. So now she is notre petite pamplemousse.

There you go.

Todays French lesson brought to you by the woman who has also taught me to ask how much coffee she has had today.

jai.
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