Matt the handy man

So there I stood in the kitchen in my under ware, rubbing half an onion on my jeans. Let me explain.
Recently Annick discovered that I am not completely incompetent. It all started when my tram closed for construction, so now I have an 1 hour tram/bus/tram/walk to class. So I asked if she had a bike, in fact she had three, none of which were close to working. after sawing through the chasis of one, completely reconstructing the brake lines, and other small adjustments, I made a Frankenstein of a bike. Impressed by my handy work, she showed me a fountain she bought a few months ago. Some light plumbing and drilling and we now have a working fountain. Install a hose? Done. Build a table from lumber? With cross supports and everything.
After all of these home improvements (all done in 2 days I might add), Annick returned the next day with my reward. A DESK FAN!!!! (for those of you out of the loop, its in the 100's here and there is no air conditioning) lovelovelove it/her.
As I was putting it together, Annick commented on the whole in my jeans (which developed before Paris, I sewed it together, and it re-tore above the mend). "Surely if we can do all of these home improvements we can mend your jeans!" I bought a self-adhesive patch (the iron-on ones) and we ironed it on. Unfortunatly we also left an iron-sized burn mark on them. After a quick google search, Annick was convinced that Onion juice removes the "burnt color". I didnt even try to argue. So there I found myself, rubbing an onion on my jeans.

Classes have been going well. We've been learning about supply and demand curves in French. Im the only Econ-major in the class (including Jean the Professor) so that's fun. Annick's two sons came back from Vientam this week, so we went over their house to a picture party. Im pretty sure her other son thinks I'm stupid: with his head in the fridge, he says something in French apparently it was at me, (i have difficulties in this situation in English) I ask him to repeat. He leans forward, stares at me "EST..-CE... QUE... TU... AIMES... LA... FRANCE?!?!?!" note to self, speaking louder does not aid comprehension.

My train to Lyon leaves at 6:15 tomorrow morning...ugh