procrastinating.
The in-laws are coming tonight and staying the weekend.
Which is nice.
My mil hasn't been to Toulouse since the 70's (or something like that).
But this means I have to clean the apartment. By myself. Joy.
And I just learned they're bringing left-overs tonight for dinner.
Because I can't cook?
I think more because the last time they came B and I made a big pasta dish together and when we put it on the table his mother said "But sweetheart, this is a big meal! You know we aren't used to eating a lot in the evening. I don't know if we'll be able to eat it!" Bam, cassé
Okay, motivation: once I finish cleaning and hiding anything I can't, I'll post the pictures I took today of an American style neighborhood just outside of Toulouse. Really, I'm telling the truth.
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