It's springtime in France, and it's lovely. Granted, it's no 80 degree Nebraska weather, but I'll take 65. I really hope my parents get to see it. For those of you who don't know, my parents' travel plans have been put to a half after the passport processing station decided to get lazy, or maybe just really busy. So now, I might have to enjoy Paris and Normandy without them, which would be utterly tragic. But I have faith. I have a feeling that the passport god will come through and send them theirs by say, Wednesday. So everyone: Cross your fingers. I mean it. Cross them and keep them crossed. Since nothing out of the ordinary has been happening here, it's kind of hard for me to write a long blog entry. I could
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