Showing posts with label Frenchman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Frenchman. Show all posts

Friday, May 1, 2009

Edna's Fun Friday: Mon cher Gilles

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Edna: You know, I was never one to watch reality shows, just ask my sister. But I've recently become enamored of "Dancing With the Stars," and I'll tell you why: Monsieur Gilles Marini. My lands, but that man can move across a dance floor! He reminds me so much of the handsome young men I met in Paris when I was just a sweet young thing. Watching Gilles do the waltz takes me back 60 years and makes me wish I could slip on a sequined skirt and flit across the floor again with a tall, suave Frenchman.

But since dancing Frenchmen are pretty scarce here in Jericho, I guess I'll just have to content myself with watching mon cher Gilles on
YouTube and on DWTS until he gets voted off. Take a gander ladies (and gentlemen too, you know who you are), and enjoy watching Gilles and his partner Cheryl dancing the waltz from a few weeks ago. Just lovely, wouldn't you say?



*Photo property of Fred Goudon

Friday, July 25, 2008

Margie and The Frenchman

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Margie: I am having so much fun while Edna is gone. She will throw a hissy fit when she hears my latest news. You see, I was sitting on the porch today when this fancy car pulled up in the drive. Cousin T was fixing the porch step and he said that was a Roller Royce car that had pulled up.

Sakes alive, I don't know cars. Cousin T assured me, though, that it was a very expensive one.


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Margie: The car door opened and a nice gentleman stepped out. He even brought his dog. He walked up to the porch and said his name was Pierre and he'd come to Jericho from Paris, France.

Well, Cousin T was making a spectacle of himself what with his mouth hanging open so I had to swat him to remind him of his manners.

This Pierre says he's looking for Edna. Well, blow me over. Who'd want to look for Edna? He wasn't making much sense so I just told him to stop all that parlee voo nonsense and speak English.

I finally made him understand that Edna had left home and was taking a tour on the Biddy Bus. I don't think he understood me but he did ask me out to dinner. I borrowed Edna's pink dress and some of her French perfume and off we went to Bailey's,

Those old gossips are wagging their tongues tonight. I can't wait for them to tell Edna. In the meantime, Pierre and I are going to the movies tonight.

Let me see what Edna has to wear.




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