Décalage

I haven't found an appropriate English translation for this "décalage"!
(Alinet, miss lulu, Etolane... any idea, you Franco-English supa specialists?)

I wanted to tell about the difference between one post to another here.
It just feels weird to speak of the Asian trauma in a post and in the next one of my fookin beloved earrings.

It's definatly uncomfortable.
I sit down and try to think of it. And ok, ok, that is life at the end. Life is made of zillions of details, life is chosing to add milk or not in your first coffee... life is wondering if you will have a tough day at work... life is jumping around when you get a great gift... life sometimes faces death and maybe the key is accepting it too.
Easy to say when it does not concern your own hubby or children.

Ha well, just a question of time, there's a final justice in this world, we'll all finish the same way!
(feeling my bones having a devilish laugh in here! Shut up, you nasty lil ones!)

Jeeeez, before getting depressed for the rest of the year (phewww, my luck!! 2 days to go :P), I'd better write that post about earrings ;-)