Thursday, March 31, 2011
First, let me give a quick shout out to my new Favorite Couple and the United States Military. Mr. Favorite Couple works with Mr. Big here in Switzerland. Favorite Couple also reads this blog, hence, they are well aware that I need some bleach. Well, yesterday, Monday, Mr. Big goes into the office and there, sitting on his desk, is a gallon bucket of Clorox. Honest-to-God Clorox. With a no-spill spout. Like it just grew up out of his desktop by magic.
album on FB so you can see the pix, which were fabulous. I really don’t know how to do this, so I will probably have to enlist the help of my sister and, hopefully, she will be able to figure out this link stuff. Barcelona is a large, large city (4 million people!) on the Mediterranean with really good shopping and stunning architecture by a man named Antoni Gaudi. Everywhere you turn is another Kodak moment. But, it is full of tourists and all that that entails, so beware.
http://www.me-barcelona.com/. It was nice. No complaints. It certainly wasn’t jaw-dropping, but, remember, this was a work-related trip, so I was just glad it was not attached to the airport, which is where Mr. Big usually stays on work-related trips.
Reluctantly, we left the marina when the sun went down and it got cold without spying a single soul on this boat. It was locked up tighter than a drum. But, truthfully? I don’t think Mr. Big cared. He just wanted to stare at the boat. Weird, I tell you. Weird. I did ask him, as we were walking back to the Metro stop, if Tiger Woods had a big yacht. Mr. Big looked at me like I had just stripped naked on the street. “Honey. Tiger Wood’s yacht is one-tenth the size of that boat. Tiger Woods’ yacht could fit inside one of the restrooms of that yacht.”
I said, well maybe that is why Tiger can only pick up hookers. His yacht is tiny. Mr. Big said, “Girl, you know the only difference between men and boys. . .”
UPDATE, CHALET GOO GAW: We have another showing this coming Saturday. We have specified that we must be able to see ALL rooms, all the way around the entire building, and that Madame will not be in attendance. We’ll see how this goes. I’m not holding my breath.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
My ZSA ZSA on a hunger strike on TV!
First, I have to explain that there are really only two normal ways to go when decorating a chalet: contemporary/modern or traditional. By traditional, I mean chunky wood furniture, comfy sofas, mountain-type accents, etc. Well, Zsa Zsa was having none of that. This place was decorated like it was Versailles and the Sun King himself was expected for tea. I’m sure she thought our mouths were hanging open because we were in awe of the majesty we were beholding all around us. Y’all, we couldn’t even look at one another for fear of collapsing into helpless laughter.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
GIANT DIFFERENCES BETWEEN A PARADE IN SWITZERLAND AND A PARADE IN THE US:
3. The floats are, literally, inches away from the spectators. This goes back to the issue of personal responsibility, i.e. if you are so stupid that you can’t get out of the way of a towering, two-story structure which was built in 48 hours by a bunch of drunk people that is balanced precariously on top of a John Deere tractor, well, then, you probably are too stupid to live. Or, you need to move back to Eastern Europe or Northern Africa or wherever you snuck in from. Period. Believe me, there is no such thing here as Political Correctness. You people just need to go. Now. Unless you are rich. Then, we will make an exception. ANYWAY, the floats are directly next to the crowd.