Miss Ives, blogger extraordinaire, would you permit me to add a couple of colorful details?
First, thank you for allowing me to maintain some dignity in that shame-faced restaurant moment regarding the dreaded champignons. My memory is mostly of that look, that shared moment, between you and the waiter when you both rolled your eyes a little in my direction. It was a moment that said, "Sure, I'm here enjoying my friend's hospitality, but I cannot guarantee her intelligence." It was a moment when the two of you acknowledged to one another (silently) that, despite my dewy Laslo skin and cute sweater, I was a linguistic moron or, as the French might say, an imbecile!
Merci.
***A note from Mental P Mama: Miss Hower has somehow managed to become a guest contributor to MY blog! Love ya baby! Now a note to self: teach her how to log me off her computer....
