Honestly I can’t tell you what the shotguns were all about (The Husband hasn’t been able to come up with a clear answer) but they were fired, and although I was sure the noise would spur Child Bride into labor, the only thing that happened was my head feeling like it had been knocked around inside the Liberty Bell and my ears ringing.
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So after all the gunfire and some photos, we walked over to Le Petit Bar for drinks and paella followed by this most awesome dessert (which of course my horrible photography does not give justice to).
{please sir, I want some more}
The cream filled macaroon was most delicious, and from a savory not sweet kind of girl like me, that says a lot. It was so good, the Husband and Honey Jr scrounged for extras and shared some in a very Lady and the Tramp (La Belle et le Clochard) kind of way.
{no shame}
And then the most spectacular thing happened… after all the dishes were cleared away, Â The Parisian left (his Wii must have been beckoning). That’s right, left us alone. We were left unsupervised for the whole night. The Husband became the bartender and I took over as DJ (it was a Serge Gainsbourg, Blondie, David Bowie kind of night) while Brother-in-Law made a huge calendar so we could all place bets on when Child Bride is going to have the baby.Â
I’ve got the 7th of March.
Care to wager?
bisou
 
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