April ... er, May in Paris
Okay, so I'm a little behind. That, mesdames et messieurs, is why it's
time for a petit vacation. (In fact, Breakup Mere and Breakup
Pere, bless their hearts, gave me a trip to Paris for my 30th birthday,
which was not this year.) So repetez: ce column est cort. Bear with me.
But, as always, there'll be no interruption in your regular advice schedule.
And, as always, I must thank you. Without you all, I wouldn't have a
job, and without you all, I wouldn't have a job that I miss
when I'm gone.
Mme. Zombeck, don't fail me now! A bientot!
Oh, and by the way, don't be jealous. It's not that romantic.*
An American Pig...
Patrick Loveless in Paris
(But take heart: You can always do an Abigail.)
Bonus! More French exchange from Breakup Girl's archives:
Wishing for Just a Little More
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