We’ve been sweating bullets since last Wednesday.
While we were excited that our beloved François came home – he had to sit on our back porch for the last seven nights. (I’m kind of surprised that Jonathan didn’t camp out with him.)
While it would have taken a pretty brazen (and strong) thief – we are happy he is home where he belongs.
What a beauty. Appliance porn that will be making food porn.
Tomorrow he gets all dressed up with subway tile. (Jonathan thinks François needs to be a lady – so thankfully it’s a unisex name.) We’ve got some American traditions to teach (Thanksgiving and Christmas) so he (or she) will be jumping right into citizenship.
Meanwhile, while we were sweating bullets – Addison didn’t have a care in the world on Bill and Ellie’s swing… Ahh, the joys of being 8…