My future landlady left two contact numbers with the Housing Department at L'Université Catholique de l'Ouest, so in order to get in contact with her I had to call her and speak in French. I wrote out everything I needed to say ahead of time, but when I got her voice mail, the instructions for which were given in French, I got flustered and so my message went something like this:
"Uh, hello, I am Laurel Ryan, uh, American student, rent room. I come September 4 at 5:50, uh, uh, I take taxi at train station, uh, uhÂ…you can me email." And then I gave her the wrong email address because I didn't remember how to say "hyphen" in French. "So, uh, thanks. Bye."
It's gonna be a long while until I stop sounding like I've been concussed. Oh, French.
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Way to converse with the French! I just had another spider incident in my duplex. Becky was on the couch and a brown recluse came strolling down the top. I had just hung up with you when I heard her muttering in the living room. I went out to find her on the floor and the fiddleback crawling along. Bleh. It didn't help that I found another spider twenty seconds after killing that one. I'll wish you a complete absence of spiders in Angers.
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