French people are magical.
I was thinking about how Miss Sarah and I shouldn't wash our hair every day, and how other people think that's gross, which is unfair.
And then I thought of Les French, the people who lived above me when I lived in Ireland (some of whom were Dutch, but that spoils it), and how they somehow magically broke every rule without damaging their reputations or friendships. And I pondered why. This is what I came up with.
Affront #1: They are French. (Except for the Dutch ones.)
Counteraction: They moved to Ireland, ON PURPOSE, which means they are of that select line of Frenchpeople who do not want to live in France. I call that good judgement.
Affront #2: They speak French
Counteraction: They never gave me the feeling that they believed French to be the most romantic language on earth, mostly because half of their vocabulary was vulgar.
Affront #3: Deficient laundry skills
Counteraction: Like cartoon characters, they would wear the same outfit repeatedly, which meant I could recognize them from great distances and in most stages of inebriation. Very helpful.
Affront #4: Deficient personal hygiene skills
Counteraction: They always had the coolest hair! And by the way, if you're beautiful and have an accent, you somehow never smell like ass.
See? I told you. MAGICAL.
3 comments:
I like how you prettified "MAGICAL," Jo. You are cool like Coolorado.
Hee hee - funny post.
Jag är osten.
That's how you say it in Swedish.
Would you care to explain this? :o)
Yay! Swedish cheese recovered! I'm such an international girl...
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