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Thursday, July 25, 2013

Becoming French

Paris, France, the city of love, is also known for other treasures: fine wines, cheeses, beautiful people, art, culture, and its smell.

I'm not quite ready to divulge into our wine cabinet yet and all of my current artistic skill is used for taking pictures of Jax, but the smell I've got down pat. 

I don't understand it...If a stranger met me they'd probably think I don't bathe. The truth of it is is that I do get a shower (when I can) but it's at least everyday.

No, don't worry I won't take up too much of your time telling you about my bodily odor. I was just surprised recently when I went to transition Jax from one arm to the other and got a whiff of myself. Corey insisted on confirming my conjecture. But with a "Oui Oui", I knew I was one step closer to being Pepe le pew :) 


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