I was thinking so much about France last week (as I mentally prepared for Bastille day) and I was remembering how, when we lived there, so many French people literally couldn’t say “Libby” so it always came out “Billy.” It still makes me laugh.
I know you were traveling home from Montana on Bastille Day, so my guess is you didn’t do too much to commemorate. I, however, missed the Fourth of July since I was working. But, since Tygh and I were both off this past Monday, I decided to make up for it in spades by celebrating the French Day of Independence with gusto. Really, it just means I made and ate a lot of food. But it did have a French theme.Read More