Holiday high-jinks come to an end

Two glorious weeks of videos, couches and general laziness are coming to an abrupt end. Woe is us. We is woe. Tash and I celebrated our last night of freedom on the steps overlooking the gardens. It was a good place to boire du vin and parler. I instructed Natasha on the basics of French cursing. What a good salope, I mean, student she is. Our night continued, with the addition of young hooligans Manu and Nabil, in the celebrated Nabilmobile. How the streets of North Dunedin were terrorized. In fact, the streets were terrorized the night before, as well, by Tasha, Fran and me in the red light district. Poor plebs.

Oh, look at that sneaky sneaky Yeshe! She looks harmless enough, but this young lass has superpowers beyond comprehension. She can recite Strongbad quotes like there's NO tomorrow! And don't even get me STARTED on her Edelweiss renditions!

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Crepes I Am

Would you eat crepes with a mouse?
Would you eat crepes at Anna's house?
Would you make them with Dad's beer?
Would you eat them anywhere?

Miam miam.

Madame Tasha has crepe-flipping skills!