Seeing as how this very french laptop didn`t highlight my pantalons, the Duck can take pride in correctly spelling a french word that she has not used this entire week she`s been in france Quebec.Let`s say this giant of a Quebecker sweats a mean bun.

As my host family has a limited time for the internet, and with good reason (socialize and all Duck), aside from these brief glorious moments I can venture back onto my old habitat, we`ve made a deal for me to read her 6 year old`s francophone books after I finish my fat english one so I may shabbily brush up on my lavish gurgling of french r`s . Seriously guys, it rivals trying to make german sound romantic.

I`ve officially overcome the brief struggle I had with being done with French altogether. Waking up to est-tu prete, or rather, bleu-bleu-bleu—-bleu-bleu-bleu is in no way a better contrast to a worse alarm clock. No offence. But my family wouldn`t be; let`s hope they never ask to read my blog o`charmant. As for home sickness, it`s yet to set in. That`s exclusive of my large nostalgia for my baby Milo at home – do cats have sentiments, cause my mother tells me he waits for me on my bed. I expect to come back to either complete begotteness or utter lavishes. A crazy cat lady can hope, right.

I haven`t much to say because the Duck is positively drained from a week of hard work at devil`s spawn a day camp, and her first weekend here went to camping for the first time. Sharing waters, as in a lake, to wipe off the grime of humidity, sweat, sun screen, and bug spray does not do my feathers good. Neither does the wonderously accumulation of bug bites I`ve gotten the past week done me a pretty penny.

One thing though, I can`t say I do not enjoy the intrigued looks one gets when one is black haired, and walks around with a blonde mother and a brunette brother. It`s quite fun to poke at the French`s too-timid-manners-to-ask. Just shut up and be French, Sarah. There you go.

Aside from so, since it`s 10:15pm or so, and by the time I hurriedly brush myself up at 7:30am tomorrow, where my host family will already be seated I`ll finish off with an array of photos. Pictures speaks more than words, or something like that. We all know how good the Duck can be with cliches. Less is more. Right. I only wish my phone camera was good enough to capture the stars

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home raised 2 months old beauties
home raised 2 months old beauties

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muah !
muah !
My cat`s french reincarnation of a  girlfriend.
My cat`s french reincarnation of a girlfriend.
hard at work as always
hard at work as always

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Magnon
Magnon

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It`s like a postcard !
It`s like a postcard !
My name is beautiful - thanks little girlie for giving it to me (`:
My name is beautiful – thanks little girlie for giving it to me (`:
Evil minions; playing Limbo at work - can`t complain
Evil minions; playing Limbo at work – can`t complain
Evidently, the Duck is a first timer at this.
Evidently, the Duck is a first timer at this.
First time roasting marshmallows by the campfire !
First time roasting marshmallows by the campfire !
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My morning call on the morning of leaving camp. I think this little sucker is going to miss me. My morning call on the morning of leaving camp. I think this little sucker is going to miss me.

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