As you read this, I’m winding my way to San Diego to celebrate my son’s 21st birthday. 21. Kinda miraculous. I don’t know how he’s aging when I’m not. Like I said. Kinda miraculous.
Today’s post is especially dedicated to my bichon-loving friends (and I know you’re out there) because it certainly isn’t for any music lovers.
When we were in Paris we happened to see this music video while sitting in a little out-of-the-way creperie over in the 6th. Ooh la la. Apparently the French Government has a law that during the hours of 8am and 8pm, French music stations must play a minimum of 70% local music. And it’s laws like that that make French pop-star dreams come true. I gave my son the very sage advice that he should go to France and become a French pop-star. I KNOW he could do at least this good of a job. And heck, I already have a bichon he can use.