Sitting around the breakfast table making plans for the day. Which brocante to go to? How many can we squeeze into a day? Can the car hold another armoire? Who gets to sit in front seat of the car this time, and why are we waking up so early? By the way the one who is suppose to be the hostess says, "Who wants a coffee?" (The problem is the hostess hates coffee, so it tastes awful bad.)
Sitting around the breakfast table four blonds and one French Husband…. he smiles and listens to the girls talk and in his eyes I can see he is thinking, these blonds or I should say three of them are nuts.
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