les restes

de guingois

The scene was so classic that I wondered, as I snuck up to snap the photo, whether it weren't staged! Notice the underwear: one per "hook"... Photo taken in Nyons (just next to a chichi restaurant. well, that oughta show 'em!).


de guingois (deuh-gehn-gwah) adverbial and adjectival phrase
    : askew, lopsided

marcher de guingois = to walk lopsidedly
tout va de guingois = everything's going haywire

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"The Marais, says Jacob Berger, a film director who lives and works in the neighborhood, is de guingois--that is to say, slightly askew."

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"Bohemian rhapsody: on the right bank of Paris history and hip embrace..." 

A Day in a French Life...
by Kristin Espinasse

(The following story was written one year ago. For the next two weeks we will visit the archives...)

Another odd Christmas tree this year. I should have taken Mom's advice: get an artificial one! Apart from being good for the environment, those faux firs come in perfect shapes: full bodied and symmetrical; especially, they're kilter—and not helter-skelter!

If I weren't such a procrastinator, I'd have gotten the tree I wanted: Super Sapin! (Not a bird, not a plane.... ) Though our tree may not fly or save lives (it certainly won't save the earth), it does look as if it were set for take off, what with its long and HORIZONTAL inclination... like a Boeing 747.

"It's lopsided!" I point out to Jean-Marc, after he has placed the tree. "Wait a minute..." I remark, suspiciously. "Didn't it come with a stand?"
"No. It didn't."
"You mean the nursery didn't have stands for sale?"
"They did, but the stands weren't any good."

They never are! He was just trying to get out of buying a stand! Next, I discover his solution: our umbrella stand. He's swiped our umbrella stand to use for a tree brace. Pas vrai!

If it weren't so amusing, to see that tree stuffed, de guingois, into the umbrella stand like a wet parapluie, I'd scream! But I am learning to laugh at these peculiarities. Take, for example, our bathroom light fixture, the one just above the mirror. When the screw fell out, we might have replaced it. Instead, a box of aspirin was set between the light and the mirror (now, when the box of asprin pops out, all we have to do is pick it up off the floor (easier to see than a small screw) and stick it back in its place). Ta-da!

Chez nous, it's always a balancing act... a regular circus we are! From time to time, I find myself lamenting, "Why... why can't we just be normal?" Why do I have to lean to the side in order to see our tree as it "should" be? Why can't we have a tree stand like other normal French families? Why do we have to treat our pine as a parasol? Still grumbling about my husband's eccentricities, I gather the fresh laundry which I have strewn around the house on every free hook, chair back, or table (any freestanding structure will do). Other housewives may have hung out their clothes on the line to dry today, but I don't trust the northern wind: sacré Mistral!

Collecting some dry underwear from the fire-stoker rack beside the cheminée,* and reaching for some chaussettes sèches*—slung over the candelabra, I notice the look on my husband's face... but I am quick to put him back in his place; after all, HE is the oddball!

However different, there we stand, united in silence, our heads leaning to the same side as we study our Christmas tree.
"It's lopsided, you know."
"Yes, dear," my husband replies. "Il a pris un sacré coup de Mistral!"

Comments welcome. Be sure to read the comments--even if you aren't yet leaving any. My mom, Bill, Sandy, Christine, Pat, Marianne, (oh, it's never a good idea to begin a list of names, for I always leave dear friend's out, by accident!)--will be chatting in my absence and sharing stories of their own!

French Vocabulary
le sapin (m) = fir (tree); pas vrai = it can't be true!; de guingois = lop-sided; le parapluie (m) = umbrella; sacré Mistral = blasted Mistral (wind); la cheminée (f) = fireplace; chaussettes (f) sèches = dry socks; il a pris un sacré coup de Mistral = it was hit by a mighty gust of wind

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Bill in St. Paul

OK, Jules, I think they're gone. You're up, tell us a story!


I was so afraid that I'd open my e-mail and find no FWAD notice waiting for me (sort of like the depressed Meg Ryan in "You've Got Mail"). I'll check back with the comments later to read all the gossip.

Pat Cargill

Well hello Fans of FWaD...let the games begin. Too funny that laundry can be hanging in the doorway of a residence nextdoor to a restaurant. A perfect example of "de gingois"--and what makes la vie francaise so amusing, unexpected, and real. In America one would find police and lawsuits and all sorts of huffing and puffing about to solve this horrible situation!!! Ha, ha. Hum, I wonder what would happen if I hung my laundry on the front porch. I know, I am a troublemaker, one who wrote THOUSANDS of sentences as a school child to the tune of "I will not...again." It didn't work. Ha ha, again.

I have (a first) artificial tree this year--it is turquoise sparkly tinsel-like. At only 5 feet tall, it's placed on a Chinese garden seat (blue and white) decorated with silver and clear glass. Sparkle Farkle! Then the Polar Express choo-choo is circling beneath. Quel conglomeration. I'll be winning no prizes for holiday decoration, but it is fun and free (constraint-wise) and frivolous and who could ask for anything more?

Plus I've already started eating way too many Christmas cookies and yesterday the Collin Street Bakery (El Paso, TX) fruitcake arrived. I am trying not to open the package until next week. Will I succeed ?? - probably not. Sigh.

Patricia Anzalone

Must be a male european thing to improvise like **this**. The first year my husband was in our home for Christmas, to string window lights, he strung them INSIDE, around the window, then made an "X" IN the window with lights, then strung them UP the wall, ACROSS the ceiling, and DOWN to the TREE!! That's the LAST time he hung lights; but ever since then, my youngest daughter -- soon to be 32 -- has been decorating our house at Christmas in similar fashion. This year she especially wanted me to see the bathroom, where she circled the commode with garland and brought it up and around the shelving...
It came down as soon as she went back to her house....

Betty Bailey

There's something charming and reminiscent about seeing laundry hanging outside, especially to see the undergarments hanging from the hand rail. I like to put my small rubber-backed rugs outside to dry (safely behind our tall fence) but do it during the day when most of the neighbors are at work.

However I do often wonder if clothes dryers are rare things in France. They are such a time and labor saver.

Jules Greer


I thought you might enjoy a little story about the most embarrassing moment of my life. I don't think anyone out there can match this - or can you!!!

This all began when I was living in France in 2002 because of my accident in Yelapa, Mexico (broken hip). After my 6 week stay in Puerto Vallarta's finest hospital "Medicist" - the kids wisked me off to France for recovery. While there we discovered I had cancer. About three months before my cancer was discovered I met a beautiful Danish woman by the name of Lisa. As you can imagine I must have 100's of interesting stories from the time of my accident until the incident I am trying to relate to you now. Lisa ended up giving me her darling studio to recover from my accident and get out of Jean-Marc and Kristi's hair, I am living there when this most embarrassing moment in my life happens.
You can imagine the state of mind I am in, I've had to leave my husband, endure my accident and now as I am lying in my little bed looking out over the village of Les Arcs as I slowly try to draw the sheet up a little closer to my chin. This little movement sends so much pain up through my arm and chest that I have been working on this effort for about an hour.

There is a knock at the door. Oh My God, now I have to go through all of the motions of trying to get out of bed. It is a long process as my arm is useless from the removal of half my chest, not just my breast, they don't mess around with cancer in France. They removed masses of tissue clear up to my collar bone and around my side under my arm. This accounts for the pain in moving my arm...then there is the hip, at the time I didn't realize that 7 years later I would still be in pain and limping if I overextended myself. Back to the story, just trying to set the scene. Kristi is much better at this than I, plus the fact that she actually proofs her editions...of course you all already know I don't do this.

I finally make my way over to the door and before me stands a vision of an angel. She is really my downstairs neighbor, we have never really talked in the months I have been in the studio because I can't speak French. Of course that has never affected our friendliness (sp?). Lola is her name and in her outstretched arms I see beautiful fluffy towels topped off with exocite shampoo's etc.

I am overwhelmed that she would think of me, how could she know my fear each time I step into the shower, how intimidated I was with the slippery shower floor because of my hip accident, how I couldn't lift my arm to wash my hair. I started to sob and happily took her hand and drew her into my bathroom for the special shower I knew was her gift to me. I dropped my robe on the floor and grinned through my tears as she worked the shampoo through my hair.

Months later I met a Frenchwoman who spoke English. When she realized who I was she laughed and said "You are quite the talk of the village, did you know that Lola was really on her way up to the next apartment to use their shower because her's had broken down that moring."



Candy Witt

Ah, Jules, what a wonderful story! It made me laugh out loud! My most embarrassing moment is too embarrassing to share! :) I do love Kristi's account of the lopsided Christmas tree. How sympa of her to leave us stories knowing that we would be so desole to find nothing in our email inbox! What a plaisir it is to read everyone's comments -like lovely little cadeaux left under the tree of friendship. From people I've never met! Merci to all! Bonne Journee! And, Jules, keep those stories coming! (PS. I noticed no one is leaving weather reports today - is there no weather?) Il fait du soleil ici dans the sudouest de Kansas - l'habitation de Dorothy! Et moi, aussi, bien sur!

Bill in St. Paul

Great story, Jules! I can imagine how you felt when you heard later on that Lola did not intend to give you a shower and shampoo. My face would have turned red and my stomach would have gone into a knot. Did you ever address the misunderstanding with Lola?

In St. Paul, il fait du soleil, aussi, mais il fait très froid, 3 degrees F, heading to 14, 6" of snow on the ground.


Note to self: get up before Jules and post a story early so you don't have to compete. Nevertheless, I'll plunge ahead, knowing that 1st place is already taken

About every other year, we've been renting a house in Bedoin and inviting friends to visit. I learned early that I had to warn visitors about a delicate matter to consider while they were packing for their trip to Provence. With no dryer, of course, and despite the washer's extraction cycle that sounds like a jet about to take off, clothes will need to be dried on the lines and racks outside. It so happens in the favorite house we rent, the best place for this is in the courtyard one must pass through on the way to the front door. There is no way to get in the house without walking through the clothes line area. After a few awkward visitors long ago, I learned that I needed to warn friends not to bring any delicate items that they didn't want all the other guests to know they were fond of wearing.

a Boulder, it fait beau mais il y a un vent fort. Ici, le nom du vent n'est pas "mistral" mais "chinook," que'est ce que ca veut dire "manger du niege."

Jules Greer

Hi Candy,

I too love Kristi's Christmas story about her lopsided tree...most of all I am so happy that she shares her life with me here, otherwise I would never know what runs through her mind...I adore her thoughts, they are always so 'real'...I guess because she is learning how much easier writing can be when you are transparent...but then again she has the gift of a great storyteller...and the disipline to share herself by creating a
masterpiece of her life.

Candy, I know you are in a play, anyway I think you mentioned this a while back. I am most interested...please tell me more.

Bill - you are not going to get off this easy, no more Mr. Mysterious. Dig out your most embarrasing moment for me. No I never did tell Lola...but as you can guess this is one of my favorite stories about myself.

I miss Kristi - I think she is in the air right now, I was all mixed up thinking she left a few days ago, she called yesterday to tell me she was leaving this morning.



Marianne Rankin

Jules, thanks for the story. I'm glad you have apparently recovered from the serious medical afflictions you have had, and with such a positive spirit.

Several years ago we decided to get an artificial tree, and at a half-price sale I got on 7 1/2 feet high, in four sections. The bottom one is so big it doesn't fit into a duffel bag. The sections fit together (yes, there is a stand), the cords interconnect so the preinstalled lights will eventually turn on--if you connect them correctly--and the tree holds quite a few ornaments. What my son and I didn't reckon with was that after Christmas each year, we have to take the tree apart, put three of the sections in bags, and the fourth into gigantic garbage bags, and drag them all up the folding steps into our attic. We've decided that enough is enough, and will pass the big tree on to friends. We'll manage with smaller ones. We do want to have a couple of trees so we can display heirloom ornaments we've accumulated over the years.

Since Kristin's story is a couple of years old, maybe by now, the family has a clothes dryer? I grew up hanging wash outside, in all weather, and really am glad to have a dryer now, especially in winter. Plus, where we live, hanging laundry other than swim suits outside isn't permitted.

Here it's in the 30s F but feels colder because of 10-20 mph winds.

Jules, if Kristin sends you any notes about her trip to the USA, we would be glad to hear how the family is doing, and especially about the wine tasting on Dec. 26.

I'm so glad to read FWADs while they are away, and don't mind that they are from the archives.


Dear Jules, thank you for your story. Having lived in France, not speaking the language, I can identify. You are a delight and I might add, ever so brave. Best wishes for a Merry Christmas and a New Year filled with good health and much happiness.
Chilly but sunshine (after a week of rain)in Baton Rouge.

Bill in St. Paul

We have a clothes dryer but in the summer my wife hangs the laundry outside to dry. There's nothing better than line-dried sheets to sleep in!

I suppose if I don't come up with a story Jules won't tell anymore, so:

This happened MANY years ago, I was probably 12-14 years old (you know, THOSE YEARS when your body and your emotions are changing). I was at a local, public swimming pool and I saw a girl (same age) I knew from the church youth group standing at the edge of the pool with her back to me. Being the obnoxious one that I was (sometimes my wife says I haven't changed), I raced down to push her in, but just as I got to her (and had a bit of momemtum) she turned around and I, in trying to stop with my hands still extended, hit her...no, more like poked her...yes, right on the breast. I don't remember what I said, I'm sure I turned as red as a beet. I mean, at 13 you're not all that quick with words. To this day, just thinking about it makes me cringe.


Ah Bill and Jules I love your stories.
I to have a shower story which happened in a small village in southwest France. I was staying in a Gite while painting and drawing with a group of artists who were guests of the village. I ended up asking the mayor of the village in my horrible French where the toilet was. He thought our host had not provided a shower for us and took me to the local hostel to use the Salle de Bain grumbling about our ingrate host. Ah well.
I'm in Denver with promises of 55 degrees and warmth!

joie  carmel,ca

Straight Christmas trees are boring. Last year I used fishing line and tied it to the tip and the ceiling (I have low ceilings) and it still wasn't straight. This year I am using a century plant and putting the bulbs on the end fronds(can't take credit for the idea, my mother did it 50 years ago and it was beautiful.)
carmel is trying to get some sun today.

Christine Dashper

Hi .

Thanks for sharing that wonderful story. Keep writing I love your style.

Merry Christmas!

warm wishes

PS Melbourne is breathing easier in cooler temperatures after yesterday's 39 deg C. Expecting rain

Christine Dashper

Sorry Jules,

I did address that to you, don't know what where your name went! :)

Robert Haine

What a collection of interesting stories, especially Jules' story of "The
Shower" and her very accomodating and understanding neighbor Lola.
Thinking of embarrassing moments reminds me of when I was about 16 years old (il y a bien longtemps!) with a group of friends, male and female, in a bowling alley/coffee shop. I had ordered something to eat and drink, then headed to the restroom and just walked in the first room on the right, entered the stall, did my business, was ready to leave, when two other people entered. The first thing I noticed was their voices, higher-pitched than usual for men; then I turned around and noticed the "Modess" dispenser on the wall, thinking to myself, "Oh my God, I'm in the wrong place!" So I sat back down on the toilet and proceeded to pray that the two would do their business and leave ASAP so that I could make my escape! Unfortunately, the two young women carried on for what seemed an eternity, talking about their misadventures of the evening, one of them had been in a fight, yada, yada, yada! ENFIN, they left, and I opened the stall, and got myself out of there as quickly as I could!
As for the Christmas tree, and Jean-Marc's version of a stand, I believe the word is "un débrouillard", i.e., one who makes do with whatever is available. Bravo, Jean-Marc!
Il fait beau et clair, 62F à Rancho Cucamonga.


Merci Jules for the wonderful story and I too hope that all is well with you now - à votre santé. Keep the stories coming!

We have been getting concolour trees which usually don't have the sculpted Christmas tree shape, but they have lots of space between the branches and the ornaments show off beautifully. The needles are longer then other trees and a blue-green in color.

Here in Connecticut, the temperature has taken a dip and we have gotten down to 20 F at night but it still makes it to at least 30 - 40F during the day. Il fait beau aujourd'hui mais trés froid.

Patty Beynet

Love, love your story Jules!! I have a clothes dryer comment. In 1966 when I went to France, to study, I noticed there were no dryers. I thought it was crazy since it rained every day (I was in Nantes in the winter). People dried their clothes on wooden racks in the living room or where ever they could. I met my future French husband (also a student) and told him we could make a fortune by selling clothes dryers in France. He had no idea what kind of a machine I was talking about. He came with me to the USA to do graduate work and saw this wonderous machine. We had no money to pursue this business, so he told an older Frenchman he knew about it. This man invented a clothes drying cabinet. It was hysterical. About the size of a large refrigerator with rods and hooks on the inside. You had to hang your wet clothes in this contraption and then turn on the heat which was kind of like the electric rods in an oven. The clothes dried very unevenly, smelled burnt and were very stiff. He was planning on making his first several million (francs), but to no avail. To this day, I do not know anyone in France with a clothes dryer--even wealthy friends and family. My husband's family still hangs clothes outside on nice days and in the very damp basements on wet days. It takes 3 days to dry and then you have to iron everything to completely dry the clothes and get rid of the wrinkles. I have no idea why the French don't like clothes dryers. Anyone have an idea?


I'll finish out my day with my own clothes-drying-in-France story. I grew up hanging the clothes on the line in our backyard. We would do it until the sheets froze on the line, at which point we would hang the clothes in our basement. So I actually enjoy hanging clothes when I'm in France. And I, too, take photos of clothes drying out the windows when I'm there. The apartments we rent do have clothes dryers (of a French sort) that take days to dry if you put in more than 3 pieces of clothing (2 if they're towels).

The story I tell is on my cousin, not me. She was on her first trip across the ocean and spoke no French. After a few days in Paris she was eager to do some laundry when we reached our apartment in Dijon. I had gone to the Monoprix and purchased all the necessary supplies the day we arrived. The next morning I came down for breakfast and saw her fiddling with the dryer, muttering and turning knobs. I asked her if there was a problem and she said "I just don't know why I can't get the water to run in this machine." I tried not to laugh too hard when I told her it was because she had just filled the DRYER with clothes and laundry powder. Her dictionary and translation skills clearly were not up to the job. I ended up with some great pictures of her vacuuming the detergent out of the drum of the machine. And I was just very thankful that I had not bought liquid detergent on that trip.

Christine Jackson

Well, Rendez-vous at the Comments Cafe does not disappoint! Oh Jules, that story is just too perfect. I have been laughing all day. What I love about it most is that it shows that you always look for and assume the best about people. That says a lot about you. What a compliment really, when so many of us are wary and afraid of others.

Patricia: I would love to see your husband and daughter decorate with lights - sounds quite amusing.

And to all the rest: Thanks for sharing your stories. You have made me smile lots today.

Best to all,

Eileen deCamp

Hi Kristin,
Husbands are funny aren't they? My husband always buys a tree that is too big. Last year he bought this huge tree and ended up having to cut most of the trunk off and some off the top after he hoisted it up and pushed it to straighten it in the stand and it gouged up the ceiling. One year he bought a tree that had a huge trunk and he had to whittle it down so it would fit in the stand. The worst was one year we went out to a "cut your own" tree farm and his car keys fell out of his pocket while he was sawing away. When we got back to the car with our great, HUGE, tree - no keys. We were with friends and they drove us about an hour back home so we could get our second set of keys and back to the farm. The owners found our keys about 2 weeks later and mailed them to us!
I love your story Jules! That is really embarrassing!
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to everyone!


Tea? Coffee? Cake? Anyone?

PS Love the new Jules-Story-A-Day segment...ahh the mice will play!

Leslie in Massachusetts

My older daughter's in-laws are French and live in eastern France and they do have a clothes dryer, but rarely use it. They explain that this is because they are environmentalists, and also they think it's hard on clothes to be dried in a dryer, which is probably true. When we visited them last summer, my younger daughter asked to do some laundry the day before we left for Paris. We assured our hostess that our daughter always dries all her clothes in the dryer, but the hostess, very conscientious, kind, and concerned for the welfare of the clothes, could not bring herself to put anything she judged too delicate into the dryer. Our very annoyed daughter ended up having to pack a lot of damp clothes in her suitcase and then figure out where to hang them to dry in our miniscule Paris hotel room. We love to learn about the differences between our American ways and French ideas of how to manage things and find them endlessly fascinating. One of the reasons I love Kristin's blog is that she talks about these differences and seems to have a similar attitude about them.

Bill in St. Paul

Thank you, Gretel, I'll have a little more cake, please.

Does anybody know where the light switch is?


Aha! You've all been found out--mice players, all of you!

This away cat is having a giddy time reading your delightful stories--beginning with mom's.

Will refill my coffee, now, after Patty's hilarious story, and continue to savor your histoires, in between visiting my family and enoying the warm weather here in Arizona!

Miss you, Mom. Miss you all! Love, Kristi

P.S.: I need to become bi"fingual" in typing on a U.S. keyboard--it's back to key-pecking for now... and patience PATIENCE!

Marianne Rankin

Hi, Kristin, I hope you and your family are having a great time Stateside.

"Bi-fingual" - what a great word! I'll remember it. I used to type in Russian, and I had to paste the letters onto an American keyboard so I would remember where the letters were, since they were different from the standard QWERTY keyboard. Do you actually use an AZERTY (French) keyboard in France? I've been touch typing since I was 12, and doubt I could ever type on any but a regular keyboard at a reasonable speed.

About 30 degrees F. right now, with gusty winds.

Again, bonnes fetes!

Jules Greer

Oh Bill - your timing was perfect. Yes, Kristi is our light switch to happy thoughts. I couldn't believe how cool it was that she was there right after your comment. I think it must be about 8 a.m. in Phoenix right now, I believe she arrived sometime after 11 p.m. last night. Of course I was concerned with all the air-traffic and knowing that they have not figured out how to pack light (only one carry-on bag) so they would have to deal with luggage.

I can't imagine all the joy in Heidi's house this morning. Max and Jackie are the older two cousins - wish I was a fly on the wall. I'm sure Jean-Marc just got up and jumped in the pool as the weather should be nice today.

I'm sure my phone will ring soon with Kristi's trip update - I'll let you know what's happening.



Bill in St. Paul

Jules, did we break it? I didn't an email today.


Ah, "bi-fingual" -- I love it! I clearly am not bi-fingual when I have to type on a French keyboard, but on th other hand I don't have to remember all the little keyboard codes or shortcuts for ç, ¨, etc. Quelle différence.

Glad to hear that the weather is good in Kristin's direction since I'll be heading west in two days. And I have to admit that for any trip over a week I no longer am capable of traveling light (shoes, that's my issue). And I suffer as I drag two suitcases up stairs to trains and try to lift things into overhead bins and manuever them in metro cars. Rick Steves I ain't.

Jules Greer

Hi Bill,

Is it still the 16th??? I always come into my computer on FWAD, so I haven't even been to my homepage yet. We couldn't have broken it!? You know Kristi is either in Phoenix or Palm Springs with her Dad, so she'll just have to send us a BIG comment.

Where is everybody? Someone is going to have to step up with a good story...




Hi Mom, Salut Bill et les amis / amies!

Mom - Heidi and I will call you in the next hour. We're packing for CA. Not sure why the newsletter hasn't gone out...

All's well here. I am using Heidi's dryer and amazed that the clothes will be ready in 20 min and not 20 hours !

I love the dessert and want to know the name to every tree, flower and bush that I overlooked once upon a time. JM says that if we can find a local vwinemaker who would be willing to do a home echange... then we might do "A Year in Phoenix" How's that for a spin on "A Year in Provence?"

Love to all, Kristi PS: keep those stories coming!

Bill in St. Paul

Here's the link to Friday's post. Maybe the emails didn't go out:


Bi-fingal, bi-lingual... I was having trouble with even straight forward English as I was trying to make a hotel reservation for my father directly over the phone to China. The lovely lady who I was speaking to was very pleased to practice her english which was obviously much better than my chinese but the difference in our accents became quite tongue twisting for both of us! Trying to spell my email out to her by sounding a letter then finding a word to correspond became a battle of wits as my brain went completely blank as to what word went with say the letter "I" ...igloo? imp? iguana? Icecream? Yes!..."N"...nappy? nod? nelly?..."November!" said my new friend getting into the spirit! By this time I was completely lost in what I was trying to spell out and had to start again..... ahhh the joy of language!!! :)

PS Now waiting for the phone bill...

Karen from Phoenix, AZ

Hi all,
So glad we are all corresponding still. Miss Kristin's e-mails, but I am here in Sunny Phoenix 73 degrees and will see her and Jean Marc next week. Looking forward to seeing them again, they were here a couple of years ago.

Gretel I can relate, my last name is a little difficult for people and I am always spelling it and then I forget where I was going with it!!!


Karen...I am always spelling out mine as well...a very irish sounding name with two "ha ha"s in it....must be an irish joke!

OK I will go away now!

Kristine, Dallas

As always Jules~ a joyous story!



Jules, I love your story, but I love everything you post.
Kristi, Have a most merry birthday and very Happy Christmas.

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