Silly sausage

At the beginning of the summer, C, in a fit of excitement about using our balcony grill, bought what can only amount to a boatload of merguez sausages. But since summer never really made much of an appearance here in Paris, we haven't made much of a dent in it.

They are however predicting nice weather for tomorrow, so we decided to invite a few friends over for a BBQ. C was all excited and said "Yes! We can say it's a sausage party".

I'm telling you people, if you did not just bust out laughing, you must be dead.

I just about rolled on the floor, while C said "What? What is so fun-nee??"


This second one I already posted on Twitter, but it still cracks me up. C has a tendency to pronounce "focus" as "f*ck-us". Apparently this is a common problem for French language speakers, and it never fails me to crack me up every time, especially since he can't seem to remember the proper pronunciation now.

Foo-coos?
Foo-cus?
Fo-cous?
Fu-cos?

And they say French is hard.