Two Tiny Mistakes

Today, I messed up a French cheek kiss and ended up hugging two distant cousins. Bree was mortified at my faux pas, but at least Mary did the same thing I did. The men, yes French men, were quite polite about it. 

Oh there are so many ways to offend. 

And today, after three days of sweaty weather, my sister finally told me that my way of saying that I'm overheated meant I'm hot like a stud magnet. 

Really?

Oh God, really?

It's an adventure. I managed to drive the speed limit today, 130, but just for a moment so my niece could be thrilled by it before my sister noticed. 

Oh man. 

Thank you for listening, jb