Puking Peril on the Way to Parensol

Puking Peril on the Way to Parensol

by Rasmenia Comment Closed
The first day of our vacation, Olivier and I were riding in the stuffed rental car with our yowling cat in the backseat on our way to Parensol in central France to spend the weekend with Olivier's parents. Cat was safely snuggled in her little traveling bag. About 30 minutes into the trip, we were on the Périphérique heading away from Paris when she began her signature "I'm about to blow chunks" wail. No hot, meaty smell wafted from behind, so we assumed that all was well. That was fucking stupid.We stopped a couple of hours later at a rest stop to eat. I held Cat's bag in my lap while trying to feed her bites of turkey through a wee hole near her head. She didn't seem to interested. We walked to the building to grab some coffee and have a pee, taking turns holding Cat's bag as we went inside. When I came outside, Olivier announced that he had discovered...
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Living in a Rubik’s Cube & Janitorial Jacki

Living in a Rubik’s Cube & Janitorial Jacki

by Rasmenia Comment Closed
When I first moved in with Olivier, this little apartment in Montmartre looked more like a Rubik's Cube than an apartment. The living room was Easter yellow, the foyer, an obnoxious bright orange. Or, what I like to call "traffic cone orange." These areas were of course taking attention away from the purple bedroom and the bright green kitchen with the fire-engine red floor. What baffled me the most was that the little room with the toilet was painted brown. I always assumed that this was intended to provide inspiration for the occupant. Naturally, we've spent plenty of time over the past year working on repairs and some more visually friendly color schemes, so as to avoid any more sensory overload in the eyes. So, if anyone has any illusions as to life in Paris being at all glamorous......if that is not enough to convince you, then maybe a shot of yours truly doing an impression of a high school janitor in her husband's...
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