Yesterday, we had a patient with a heavy accent. One of my co-workers said that she could be related to some of another co-worker's (German) ancestors. You should have seen the look of horror on her face. She promptly said, "I am not German. I am French. This is a French accent." It was quite amusing. I loved her accent. I think I must have been French in a former life. I am drawn to it. I will get to Paris in this lifetime.
Speaking of French, yesterday before work, I was listening to Carla Bruni. I will add her music to a special baby play list for baby O. I love her voice. It's mesmerizing. Maybe with a few French lessons, Baby O will speak french fluently and talk back to us in French and I can say, "Hey, I know you said, "no" and "stupid" in that sentence!" I only pick up a few words out of sentences usually. Thanks three years of French for nothing!
I need to watch Amelie for the millionth time. I love that movie. Also, if you're into foreign films, check out "He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not". It is also a great French movie.
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