Chillaxing.....

I JUST had a cold shower. It was heavenly as we are currently in the middle of a heat wave and I'm sweating like a whore in church.

I love that saying, "Sweating like a whore in church". Daddy says it all the time. He's quite hilarious and frequently says unexpected things that make me burst out laughing. Some day I should create a blog dedicated to all the funny things he says. I think he's hilarious.

Daddy's parents are both French and as a young adult, he lived life on the road with his band. So, we had VERY different upbringings and experiences as we grew up. It seems like nothing fazes Daddy. He's just so mellow and views everything in life with a twisted "French/English, carefree, rock star" type attitude. Some days it's infuriating and then some days I find his take on life refreshing and quite humorous. I also love it when he tells me raunchy french swear words :P According to Daddy, he can't help it as "Ben, c'est mon heritage", meaning "It's my heritage". So, what can you do? My mother is also French and as a kid, I remember her frequently saying "Maudit seigneur", "Tabarnac", "Colisse". I had no idea what it meant, but it sure sounded cool.

When I grew up, I decided to go look them up.....and apparently, my mother swears like a sailor.

So, I went back to work the other day and it was shiteous. My miscarriage was the topic "du jour". I taken aside and asked "Are you okay?" several times before I even set foot in the nurses station. So, lots of opportunities to relive the horror. Nothing like revisiting the source of your soul crushing pain, over and over AND over again.