Sunday, November 7, 2010.
Voilà! It's Sunday. I can finally have a day off; shave my legs, dye the hair on my upper lip (Hey, I'm Italian remember!!), and just relax. The Husband, Monsieur le President, is busy putting together a new government, so I can do my own thing - like shave my legs ...
I did something this week which I thought I would never have to do. We had the Chinese President Hu Jintao here on a shopping trip - shopping for him, big 'you like/you buy?' for us.
And do you know what, dear Diary?
I had to eat an e-n-t-i-r-e meal with sticks.
The Husband says I must not say sticks. I must say chopsticks. But believe me there was no chop done with the sticks I had to eat with, because, I ask you, can one chop with a stick? Anyway, Eureka! I managed not to stick the stick up Madame Hu Jintao's nose w...
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