Bon Jour, vous délicieux homme!
I wish you could see what a glorious morning it is here. Beautiful sunrise, soft gorgeous light peeking through the trees; school is closed and traffic is at its blessed summer minimum. But I awakened so happy this morning, feeling so strong and well and at peace that I started singing before I had my first cup of coffee…why does coffee smell better on mornings in June? Why do I feel as though I’ve suddenly cast off a ton of bricks that I’ve been carrying around way too long?
I had to include a clip of this commercial because I love it. I’m certain it was filmed at City Park, and this looks so delicious I just might risk the sodium to try it. It almost has a Shades of New Orleans feeling to it; I can say without almost certain reservation this was one of Earl’s top five favorite foods. Along with daube and spaghetti, or meatballs; chicken, sausage biscuits, etc. But it was only filet mignon that could make him dance!
May I, out of all respect and regard, discreetly suggest something: please invest in on one of these, or ask your barber for assistance on all three fronts. It’s an abomination when any man, especially a good looking man lets his grooming slip on minor, very noticeable details. And I don’t add that to insult you.