It's Me, Sara Louise

International Woman of Mystery at An International Affair has ever so sweetly passed on this sweet award to me. This one doesn’t seem to come with any rules. I like that, especially since as many of you know, I don’t follow them anyway (always the rebel). So instead of telling you secrets or philosophies I’m going to tell you some things that are happening right at this very moment as I’m typing (think of it like a ‘recorded live’ broadcast, anything can happen, at any moment, it’s edge of your seat stuff). 

I’m watching Fifty sleep on the throw rug. He ate his bed, so now he thinks the rug is his bed. If he eats that too, we’re going to have some words. (And I’m going to take this opportunity to let you know that in my house, I’m totally the bad cop. The Husband crumbles like a cookie when it comes to disciplining). 

I’m having my first sips of Monday morning coffee in my Starbucks City Mug – San Antonio edition, and am still a little fuzzy lingering somewhere between sleep and awake, and I have the bed head to prove it.  (Does anyone know if they are still making the  Starbucks City Mugs? I think they might have discontinued them in which case allow me to express this; why Starbucks, why? I only have San Antonio, Dublin, Berlin, and Bucharest. I’d like some more please. And while I’m addressing you, Mr. Starbucks, what is up with the new logo? It is U G L  Y). 

Since I’m talking about coffee, I will tell you that I’m enjoying the dash of cinnamon (or cannelle, en français) that I sprinkled in it this morning. 

I’m placing bets in my head on when the Canal+ cable guy will show up today. It’s supposed to be sometime between 8 and 12. I hate that vague window of time they give you, and I always feel frozen and unable to go about my day knowing that at any moment he could turn up. Undoubtedly when I’m in the shower. But no matter what time, I will be all politeness and smiles. He’s hooking me up with like five TV channels in English… yes, yes, I should only be watching TV in French to fully immerse myself… whatever. My whole life is an immersion, let me have BBC World. Who knows, I might even get to watch Eastenders.  

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That’s pretty much all that’s happening this morning. As you can see, it’s non-stop excitement. I’m passing this along to these sweet blogs…