Salut mes amis,
I'm going to start by saying just how grateful I am for ibuprofen! I've spent the day cleaning out, throwing away, and finally, packing. My back can tell you every detail. But it's almost done. Almost...still more to do than I probably realize. Now that I've got a bunch of boxes packed, I don't know where I'm going to sleep the next two nights...there's practically no room to pull out the bed! Ha...I should have thought about that, huh? Mind you, in two days, I'll have a BED-bed, and I won't have to pull it out--just walk into the bedroom. Ah, a bedroom...I'm looking forward to having one again.
So in addition to my soon to be bedroom and all of the other great things about my new apartment, I'm grateful for the help I'll have moving into it and the time I'll have to get settled in and start making it home.
And ibuprofen. Merci my friendly little orange-ish pill. What would I do without you?
bisous!
I'm grateful for red wine. It works almost as well as ibuprofen. Oh - and I'm grateful that I live in Paris because I get to eat Mont d'Or every year. Tonight I melted it over steamed potatoes.
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