Here’s a picture of Lindz sleeping on the train on the way back from Versailles. At first, I accidentally took a 3 second video of her sleeping. It’s hilarious – her little head bobbing up and down. We’ve laughed at it tell we’ve gotten sick. Unfortunately, I don’t have the video to post right now or I would gladly share the fun.
But see the guy in the background? It was a long quiet trip back to Paris with Lindsay bobbing in the seat across from me. But this dude and I were in direct line of sight with each other. Our eyes met several times. It was a little awkward. Eventually the awkwardness wore away. While our friends slept and we stayed awake to make sure no villainous Parisians painted moustaches on our faces, the two of us somehow bonded. Or at least it just grew less awkward.
Fast forward to the next day – Lindsay and I were making our way through the herds of people at the Louvre. Who do you think I ran into, but that very dude I sat across from! I shoved my finger in his nose and yelled, “I know you!!!” He grinned and nodded his head like, “Yes, yes, but I don’t speak English, and my girlfriend is right over there, so end of conversation!” Then he vanished.
*hushed voice* It was destiny.
Shay and Lindsay came out to help us with the house along with some others on Saturday morning. While all the men folk worked sheathing the exterior walls, Mom, Lindsay and I did "women's work" and put in fire block in the interior walls. Mom, the old pro, cut the boards and Lindsay and I installed them. There was a slight learning curve for Lindz and I... is it possible to completely miss the board three times in a row? Yes, it is!.jpg)
