This one's for you, mom: THANKSGIVING

France not only invented fries but also fried chicken.

McDonald's is even more lame in France than in the US.

Tampons means stamps in French. It also means tampons.

French mail truck.

Fish store.

The benefits of paying 22% taxes in the lowest tax bracket: the government makes all the construction workers spend the month of November putting up Christmas lights.

Also, they just planted 90 million flowers in my town which will probably die within a week because it's WINTER not planting season.

One of the teachers I work with was telling me she started by teaching the kids about words that are the same in English as in French. I was like "Oh, you mean like elephant?" she was like "Um no I meant like hotdog and chewing gum--English words that we use in French."

Stupid overpriced American grocery store in the Marais. Come on, there is no bayou anywhere near the Seine.

A restaurant that preys on homesick Americans.

Feminist photography exhibit I went to.

Louise Michel.

Feminist propaganda.

I learned that women didn't get the right to vote in France until 1945.

Multi-tasker.

On the concrete, feet on the ground.

Jerk.

Place des Vosges.

Victor Hugo lived around here somewhere.

Some of the only houses in Paris that aren't beige.

I thought there was a church concert going on because I heard a choir but it was just this dude and his boombox.

This would be great in a death metal band.

Who needs instant messenger when you can just buy those obnoxious smiley faces made out of chocolate?

The bigger ones are called hypermarches.

The best questions kids have asked me so far are probably "How do you say Hello Kitty in English?" and "How do you say popcorn in English?"

Sea World.

Real motorcycle parking only! No mopeds!

Oscar the grouch.

Dudes.

The kids asked if we had the Pere Noel in the US. I was like yeah but his name is Santa Claus. They asked if he was real in the US. I told them the real one only comes to the US. Just kidding.

I really want to go see Big Sick Body in concert.

The kids ask what hotdog means a lot and when I tell them it's chien chaud they're all like ewww (I mean berk, the French sound for ew) and think it's made out of dog meat. That's when I tell them that they're really made out of pig lips and assholes.

I lied to my friends and told them that I knew how to make pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving. I emailed my dad and he sent me his recipe. He is known for his pumpkin pie making abilities. Here is the only picture I have of me and him. Anyways, I am terrible at computers and I have no idea how to make it so this is not underlined.

I had to overcome a lot of obstacles to make this stupid pie. I had to use this barbaric can opener. I stabbed off 3/4 of the lid before I realized how you're actually supposed to use it. I have no idea how to make it so this is not blue.