What?

What are you looking at? Honestly that's what I want to say. I know I said that I'd stopped caring about looking French and sounding French etc. But why do they always stare at me. Do I have food on my face? Am I supposed to have more than one nose? What? It could be that I'm just self conscious from all of their other abuse, to the point of paranoia, but I don't think so. I keep catching people looking at me and I want to yell, STOP LOOKING AT ME! Except that they wouldn't understand anyway and I'd sound like the 6 year old version of me who used to yell that at my twin sister. Of course then I'd chase her until I'd 'tree' her on the top bunk and she'd freak out and start screaming at me and then mom would come in........What was I talking about?

Had lunch in the mall the other day and even the Great Dane at the next table was staring at me. Of course he was actually watching me eat my pizza with the saddest eyes of I’ve ever seen, watching the pizza go from the plate to my mouth, little dribbles of drool dribbling from the corner of his mouth…, but still, he was staring.

Yes I think I’ve mentioned that the French take their dogs into restaurants, haven’t I. The dogs are very well behaved; they just lie under the tables and wait. Well except for the Great Dane the other day who was actually sitting ‘at’ the table.

I thought that I had eradicated all the spiders in the house but apparently they were only hibernating. The other morning there was a ‘hatching’ of spiders or something, because there were about 20 little tiny spiders spread across the ceiling of my bedroom. Trust me, not something you want to wake up to (right Emily?)(say it with me Eeeewwwww) I made S come in and remove them. Ok, ok, exterminate them. Since then I’ve killed 3 more of those big monster ones too. I hate spiders!

Of course they brought their cousins the ants too. I can’t figure where they’re coming from but I’ll find several dozen in a room, spray them with RAID! and won’t see another sign of them until a few days later I’ll find some in another room, spray them and then find more a few days after that. I can’t tell where they’re coming from, they’re not forming the usual line that you can backtrack to its origin, they’re just milling around in the center of the floor as if they were asking directions or they’re at a gallery opening sipping martinis or something.

I’m going to cut my Pepsi intake down from 4 cans a day to 2.