One morning as I pulled out potato balls and sausage for breakfast, my 13 year old, Julie, asked if I was eating lunch already.
It was 8:45 in the morning! Cummon, France. Potatoes are okay to eat for breakfast, I swear.
And I'm hungry in the mornings!
"The Life" as an Au Pair, a Mormon, and a girl looking for wild adventures in Paris
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“Oh, London is a man's town, there's power in the air;
And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair;
And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great to study Rome;
But when it comes to living, there is no place like home.”
― Henry van Dyke
And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair;
And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great to study Rome;
But when it comes to living, there is no place like home.”
― Henry van Dyke
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