Copain-isms : Again or Against?

Copain and I were getting ready for work - he was trying to shave while I was trying to put on my makeup (small Parisian apartments make for tight getting ready space in the morning).  The radio was blasting as usual (a habit I will never be able to break him of), and they were talking about the death penalty. (Nothing like the death penalty to get your morning off to a great start!).

Radio: blah blah blah death penalty in the United States blah blah blah

Copain, mid shave, turns to me and says: Is your dad again or against the death penalty?

Email of Shame

Oh.Wow.

You know when you are writing to someone and something feels just...I don't know...off?  Well, I was having one of those moments yesterday as I wrote an email about toilet paper (let's not even get into why I spend my time writing about toilet paper...).

I find that the longer I live in France, the more I make mistakes in English.  I'm always Googling words to verify my spelling or my where/wear - their/there/they're - it's/its - who's/whose.  It's rough. 

It makes me wonder about myself...could I be losing my English? I often have words on the tip of my tongue but just can't quite remember how to say something.  I know the word exists but ...ehhh...nope, can't find it. I'm just now thinking of a word I was searching for during a conversation this week - it has just now popped into my head: pro rata.  Only took me two days to find it! sheesh.

But back to the toilet paper...

I can now say with complete confidence that my most embarrassing moment yet is when I sent an email to a client and then realized (after the fact, bien sur) that I had called it a role of toilet paper about four times in the email. Oh yes, yes I did. 

Utter. Humiliation.