You know how I know my ego is well checked?

I continue to spend everyday (from 2 years ago in January) mispronouncing words. At least 5 a day, give or take. That's what you get when you move to Paris. Today's tally: clafoutis, toue, bourignon, trouve (but that one is a constant), petillante, and it's only 9 a.m.

Ego, checked, cornered, slightly bullied but still powering through like the stubborn entity it is. Hey-ho let's go, right?