Curt is in the US for a work trip, and I wonder if it’ll feel weird to go there and then return here as “home”.
Before he left, he and the kiddo got me a present to celebrate our 15-years of being together. Curt remembers the first time we kissed, and all that stuff. I’m always surprised, yet delighted that he remembers. As of this month, The West Wing is 15 years old, too. So, he gave me the entire collection in one big set.
Voila! It’s called La Maison Blanche here, a direct translation (the house white). And because we got a little tired of watching films in French, this is a nice reprieve of something old, familiar, even comforting.