Le Blogue est magnifique!

I've found that saying or typing things in French automatically adds sexiness. Just how wet are you at the moment? It wasn't sexy when my high school French teacher said stuff. She had some serious facial hair. I had 1st period French, so I'd always show up to class with breakfast food. It was always an apple fritter and sunny delight. Then Mrs. Sousa-Cardin would chide me in foreign tongue... and not in a good way. "Ne mange pas dans la classe, Richard!"
My body is slowly recovering from my first authentic Polish meal. You really do need an iron stomach for that stuff. I ate five different types of sausage and some pierogies wuth sour cream. I think it's poetic justice. Poland was invaded so many times that its food is seeking vengance on anything that isn't Polish.