Ma mère encore...
She made me run ERRANDS. Like the boring kind. She made me go down to the fromagerie and buy 2 kilograms of maroilles. (Yeah, like we are going to eat 2 kg of that garbage.)
Don't get me wrong. J'aime le fromage. Mais maroilles? Let's just say this...quand j'avais six ans...IT MADE ME THROW UP! Mère likes to snack on it.
I guess I should be used to its taste now, but I'm not.
Oh. And I got in trouble.
Mère had to sign my carnet again. 3rd time this week. She doesn't understand this, but I'm technically not a bad girl. Je suis...um... très difficile...quelquefois...
It's not like I did anything bad. It was nothing compared to the things Sandrine says to her ballet instructors.
I also would like to let everyone know that monsieur directeur is a TRÈS GENTIL guy once you get to know him. :)
We also learned about the guillotine today. All of the boys got in trouble for making jokes related to it.
~Sabine
Thursday, October 9, 2008
2 comments
c'est horrible!
we do not like bleu cheese
IT IS HAS MOLD!!!!
Bonjour Sabine! Je m'appelle Addie. Je suis francais aussi mais je n peu pas bien ecrire. :-(
J'aime ton blog!!
Addie
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