I have living with a French man for almost two years and with two weeks left until he heads back to France I have decided to learn some French. At present my skills consist of naming foods and mimicking his odd idioms. If I pull this off I’ll be squeezing this surprise in right under the deadline.
Update: as Eva just reminded me, my French is equivalent to her Spanish. She speaks tacos. I speak wine and cheese. Lord help us, we will never go hungry.