Lost in translation

Bonjour!

How was your day?

This morning, as we were sipping our piping HOT cup of coffee, we stared at this postcard we received from our Uncle Michael a few weeks ago.

On the postcard he had written:

“Hi! Good luck with this recipe.”

Um, thanks?

Hmm…. maybe we should have mentioned to him in a previous passing that we are the only one out of our siblings that doesn’t speak French or any other foreign language. Eh, details.

As we skimmed through the French recipe (hoping there was a slight chance we knew one word), we quickly realized that we were in waaaay over our head. So we did what anyone would do in this day of age and downloaded the Google Translator app. Brilliant.

Here are a few of the words we were able to translate before our carpel tunnel flared up:

– Basque (noun) -> skirt, tail, or tails
– Gateau -> Cake
– Farine -> Flour
– Beurre -> Butter
– Oeufs -> Eggs (*would you have guessed eggs? geez!)

Even though we will be translating this recipe from now until Christmas, it was fun to feel like a Parisian for a moment. Thanks Michael for the cake recipe!

Okay.

Moving on.

Remember on Sunday when Mr. B woke up with a sore throat and major drainage? Well, we were all sunshine and lollipops today up until lunch and then, BAM! Our throat started to feel scratchy and our head began to throb. Oh hell-to-the-no! There is no way that we are getting sick four days before this race.

So we sprinted across the street to purchase ZICAM spray from Rite Aid and grabbed a green tea from Starbucks next door.

We sprayed our throat with ZICAM like it was our job. Hmmm. That doesn’t sound right. But you get the picture. We first heard of ZICAM when we lived in Chicago. Since the weather was pretty much horrible nine months out of the year, people at work were constantly sick. We kid you not, everyone had a bottle of this stuff on their desk. Jar of pencils, stapler, scotch tape…. ZICAM.

Anyways, in between our spraying escapades, we did manage to sneak in a speedy shot of our outfit today.

Cute. Simple. Chic.

Cardigan: Gap Black Top: Banana Republic Jeggings: Gap Flats: Gianni Bianni Broach: White House Black Market

After work we headed home to rest before boot camp. We honestly would have rather played with a large mountain lion then do lunges and squats. But we are glad we went because now we feel a zillion times better.

And now….. We are off to watch GLEE!!! Ahhhh…. yeahhhh!

Have a smashing night!