As hard as it may be to believe, I seldom get to use all the French I acquired once upon a time in undergrad here on the Prairie--other than being able to read wine bottles.
Well, today I am glad to be somewhat francophonic. I saved one of Ainslie's little boutiquey dresses from the dryer, thanks to my deft international reading skills.
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MOve here. French is the other language. You could help me buy groceries when the labels are turned around. You can interpret for me what is being said on the news when someone is speaking French (often politicians, so in the end you know it's the same old blah, blah, blah...) and the translator's English isn't any better than their French. You me Dear are needed here.
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