Dear New Husband,
We are in Paris! And you and Jenn ordered us McDonald's in broken French! I'm so happy!
I think this is pretty much all the energy I have to write for this letter today. Mainly because watching Queen Elizabeth's Diamond Jubilee coverage in French is calling my name. And the other reason is because I am le tired. . . That's French, right?
I love you,
Your Very Un-French New Wife.
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