Saturday, August 2, 2008

The Weekly Wonderings #69

1. How's this for eerie? For my flight to England, I bought a book at SFO called "On Chesil Beach" to read. Where was our first port of call? Right up the road from Chesil Beach.

2. Thankfully, the reality of the place was way more fabulous than the book itself, which I just could not get into.

3. I know, I know, I'm a moron for two reasons. One, that I couldn't get into a book that is supposedly all that. Two, because I fail to recognize that my self-conscious picked out that book precisely because that was where I was headed.

4. Ah, but I didn't know I was headed there. So there. (Or is that a third reason I'm a moron?)

5. In my younger days, I always believed I had to finish every book I started. I didn't care how crappy the book was: it had to be finished.

6. Our second port of call was France. Daughter was all over crepes. Eldest was into the paninis. Youngest stuck with his plan of always having McDonald's. Here he is, hanging with the chef in some Parisian Golden Arches.

Youngest and the Big Mac
7. Pete and I had to laugh when Eldest said, "French food just goes through me."

8. Yeah, paninis and Pizza Hut and some chocolate cereal: French food of champions.

9. At least I ate my weight in cheese whilst in France.

10. And chocolate and cider whislt in the U.K. It's frankly a wonder that I only gained five pounds whilst "over there." Consistently hitting the crack pipe since my return has the pounds nearly melting off.

4 comments:

D... said...

Yeah, I used to think I had to finish a book once started as well. I've gotten over it now. Life is too short to waste on a bad book.

I hope your daughter had a fantastic birthday!

Bubba's Sis said...

I thought that guy looked French.

Sian said...

I love the things you come out with. Crack pipe as a dieting aid. LOL!

jenica said...

consistently hitting the crack pipe. HAHAHAHAHA!

loving you and your lists.

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