(I just ganked Eminem’s lyrics a bit there)
Yes my peeps I’ve returned to the wonderful world of Internet. In a very un-French like way, my wifi has been hooked up much earlier than expected. A wonderful surprise (French Yeah!) after a week of hell that besides being made up of packing, cleaning, more cleaning, and unpacking, it also included…
An ironing injury…
Getting yelled at by a rude man. All I can say is he’s lucky he can’t understand English. But, I’m sure he understood some of my colorful French phrases (I’m really getting good at these, I used hand gestures and everything).
A random moving injury…
And the cherry on the Sundae… Brother-in-Law’s 18 year old girlfriend is pregnant. That doesn’t hurt my 33 year old self at all. Not in the least. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine.
Because The Husband is less than handy around the house (although he does try, God love him) the fridge is full of beer for more handy friends who have been coming over to help here and there. We’ve got; Â Italian beer (Birra Moretti), Mexican (Corona), Belgian (Stella Artois and Abbaye du Ry Ternel) and French (1664). This keeps our friendly workers happy. And me happy. Because when it’s hot, it’s Corona time (I’ve been hoarding the Corona but I’d kill for a Dos Equis).
And in true Provencal style, it took Papa four trips (evenings drinking beer) to fix the washing machine. He would come over, have a beer, and stare at it for awhile telling us what he needed to do and how easy it would be.
Because it was 4th of July, and Papa was coming over to finally fix the washing machine and put up some shelves, he would be eating with us. I decided to make 4th of July fajitas and invited Papa’s Wife as well. I warned them that this would be a very casual, non traditional Sunday lunch, especially since Papa was supposed to be doing stuff, not sipping Rosé and Limoncello. Casual my foot. I had everything setup buffet style and then Brother-in-Law and his girlfriend showed up unannounced and lunch went from four to six and I realized that the French don’t understand buffet casual and ended up having to set the table, and lunch became a two hour affair. The fajitas didn’t go down so well. My french family clearly doesn’t understand Texan cuisine. They just sat there looking confused and referring to them as crepes. Maybe I won’t cook them Chicken Fried Steak after all. Or maybe I will, and really scare the crap out of them.
Bonus of 4th of July lunch, I got to use my awesome new Texas glasses…
It’s been one week in the new house but I still have a whole bunch of work to do. Here’s some of the stuff waiting to be unpacked (only some)…
Last night I ordered those vacuum storage bags to store our winter clothes. Let’s hope climate change doesn’t French that plan up (you can really apply that phrase anywhere).
But while I’m covered in that moving cleaning grime it’s nice to take a break and check out one of the best things about of the new house, the view…
It's Me, Sara Louise 
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