Yesterday I was IM'ing with Sera. I was in a mood because I had to again get up and put on pants. It's a wonder I have friends. This was our conversation:
Me: I want to move to France.
Her: It's very pretty there.
Me: Yes, and they have all of the bread and cheese.
Her: They also have great health care and 7 to 8 weeks of vacation a year.
Me: Yeah.... mostly going for the bread and cheese.
Her: What would you do there?
Me: Queen of France.
Her: You could probably find a job in your current field very easily.
Me: Or be Queen of France.
Her: You don't speak French.
Me: I do too! I can order a Diet Coke, ask where the bathroom is and say "I'm a lawyer".
Her: You're not a lawyer.
Me: Maybe I will be when I'm Queen of France.
Shockingly it was then that she needed to take a cigarette break.
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Long live the queen!
Perhaps if you are the Queen, you can pass a law to not have the French suck so much?
Chuck
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