My very own slice of Europe

Have you ever seen those tiny old European ladies who shuffle every where and mutter to themselves while they bring you food that they're inisisting on feed you? That is exactly what Smallorder looked like as she shuffle-plodded over to bring me a still crispy plate of french toast. So I said, "Good morning, Maman!" "Mmmmormmm..." is roughly what she muttered as she shuffle-plodded away back to the kitchen where she prefers to eat her breakfast alone with Jon Stewart or Frasier.