Jung at heart

When my husband and I met, we happily subsisted on a diet of  Hostess fruit pies, cigarettes, and young love.  By the time we were married, we were earning bit more money and enjoying a little more disposable income (have I told you about my beloved Prada slip ons?). But with more income came more choices….

I say tomato, He says tomahto

My kids got a bit shafted on the mother tongue front.  Although they have dual citizenship, both my husband and I hail from English-speaking backgrounds.  He speaks raisonnable French, enough to roughly translate the menu as “something beef with something something red sauce”.  I can carry on a basic conversation en español después de dos o tres…