It’s moving weekend.
Yesterday we got the keys to our new home and have started the massive clean up (homes in France don’t come sparkling clean and empty).
I want it clean clean clean before we move our stuff over.
And that wonderful little garden I’m so excited about needs a little work…
A lot of work.
And in the middle of cleaning, moving, and gardening, I’m trying to keep a heated Vicky away from Fifty. This is not an easy task. I think she’s feeling a little bad about that whole Leo affair and now she’s working overtime to keep her man (and steal his innocence).
When I opened up the shutters yesterday morning, there she was, waiting.
So yeah, busy.
But the sky in Le Petit Village was so beautiful last night, I had to take a photo and share it with you…
The Husband told me that pink skies mean the return of the Nazi Ghost Zombies.
One more thing to worry about.
Like that stalker in heat isn’t enough.