99 Luft Balloons (german Version)

You remember this song from the 80s right? A pop hit in the US sung in German, sure there was an english version, but nobody cool listened to that...

Anyhow, I am back. A little bit more German, and the sound of some speaking french over a loud speaker is like nails on a chalkboard now. I managed to avoid breaking international laws; sped on the freeway; smelled Luxembourger cheese(real bad, like you just ate a tub o'beef-a-rino and chased it with refried beans), drank fresh German beer, consumed French wine and ate about 4 pigs (not all at one sitting though). I saw the Mona Lisa and sat in a building whose corn

erstone was laid by the Pope about 1000 years ago... Cool.

What a week the last was. Reagan received her very own bible in church, Ian visited a firehouse with his class and attended a birthday party on the train where he pulled the correct string and opened the pinata...ask him about it. Melissa held on for dear life while I was away.

I got a little artsy with the pictures. Sorry. It is hard not to in Paris...

Word on the street is Ian's tonsils are going to get removed.

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Anonymous said…

You are so Euro ...

8:55 AM

todays survey

Since you all have done so well with the past two surveys I've taken ( another shirt slogan for Dad and do you get full eating salad or just bored ), here is another: If you eat, say, a bag full of fortune cookies - and I am not saying I have - do they all come true or just a first/last rule? Do they all negate if you eat more than one? Anyone? Bueller?

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