My boyfriend is hot like a truck.

I'm babysitting right now. Les enfants are a sleep. The parents said I could do whatever I wanted and gave me some red wine. Need I remind you that I am getting paid to play on the internet right now (it's a pretty amazing MAC I might add). I'm almost laughing at myself right now. Seriously, could I get any luckier? Is this somehow the calm before the storm? My dad seems to think that the Aceto's are not lucky. No offense to my father, I love him dearly, but I think he was a little...mistaken. Or maybe it skipped a generation. Qui sait?

I made myself dinner tonight- avocado and cucumber and tomatoe salade with olive oil and vinegar and yogurt and rasberries for dessert. PAS MAL. Oh and cheese. Never forget the cheese people. My french mom had to go take care of their other home in Bretagne. I hate it when I have to do that, if I could afford someone else to do it for me- I would without hesistation. Geeze. The thing about my family is, the are the nicest, most generous people. You would never know they had what they do. My french dad works a lot. He is the same age as my dad and I think he is also ready to be retraité (I know you can figure that one out).

So you probably want to know about my hot boyfriend. Today in conversation class, we learned the expression "il est beau comme un camion" which literally translates to he is handsome like a truck. However, for the Français it just means "he is good looking." But I wasn't lying about my boyfriend- I really did have La chance with him. (it's about time I brag about him and not some random french dude).

Well I guess I am going to color now. I promised the kids I would draw something for them- they seem to think I am good at it.

Bonne Nuit.