Real Housewives of the South of France

I can’t believe it. A whole afternoon, night, and morning with Conjugating Irregular Verbs  Aidan and we didn’t take any pictures… except one…

{shrink me}

And the only reason for this one was because we thought that we would tweet a pic of us making Skinny Girl Margaritas to Bethenny Frankel (except we refer to her only as Bethenny and not as Bethenny Frankel because we’re totally close like that) and tell her how we’re the Real Housewives of the South of France and of course she would love us and then we’d all become BFFs for real (it’s nice to know that Aidan can be as delusional as I am). And also let her know that The Real Housewives of the South of France call her Skinny Girl Margaritas,  ‘Skinny Ladies’ thanks to The Husband re-christening them after his fabulous faux pas.

So since we didn’t take any pictures I’ll just have to tell you all about it… The Husband and I arrived at Aidan’s early Saturday afternoon and were greeted outside by the whole family; Aidan, her husband, and Oldest, Middlest, and Littlest. That’s quite the warm welcome (The Husband’s biological clock was sent into overdrive, I swear I can still hear it ticking).

We sat outside and sipped mango margaritas and Skinny Ladies and chatted. Texas accent chatted. It was heaven. Aidan’s husband and I could have a whole conversation based on facial expressions and two words…  ‘dude’ and ‘really(?)’ and totally understand each other. It was like their house was the Texas Embassy and The Husband was the foreigner. Dude! It was that cool.

And then after we stayed up way past our bedtimes and slept soundly, we woke up to fresh breakfast from the boulangerie and some of Honey Jr’s delicious honey (that boy makes some G O O D honey… I call it Honey honey). The kids were chatty and so cute that we tried to broker a deal with Aidan… we’d send her Fifty for a few days and she’d send us one of hers. Pretty good deal, huh? But then Littlest started squirming because he was itchy and Aidan asked us if we’ve ever had the chicken pox, and then we noticed Middlest’s eye was pink and Aidan said, “I hope you’re not getting conjunctivitis” and I scooted my chair a little farther away from that adorable pink eyed boy. So that settled it for us really, we’ll trade Fifty for Oldest.

I just hope he doesn’t come back with chicken pox.
bisou

29 responses to “Real Housewives of the South of France”

  1. I sure you hope you don't get pink eye yourself from your visit; that would be quite off putting to say the least.

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  2. So jealous you got to hang out with Aidan AND the babes! Sounds like a fun day 🙂

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  3. Great headline! A good night out is always worth the risk of getting the pox.

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  4. What a beautiful day you had!Margaritas sound so good!Bisou, Babi

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  5. Everyone should know that it was so fun because of Sara and The Husband. They are perfect together. We haven't laughed so much in ages and it truly felt like we've known each other forever. We are the Real Housewives of the South of France. NO question!aidan xo

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  6. How do you say jealous in french?Sounds like so much fun.xo

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  7. i love that you wanted to tweet bethenny – she's AWESOME – and i love tweeting celebs too. you are totally the real housewives of france! ha!

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  8. Excellent! You have to keep those Texan homefires burning!

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  9. Next time, this Texan is putting herself on a train to Provence…y'all might need a refresher course in margarita makin'. Just sayin' 🙂

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  10. yes! can't wait for your reality show!!! can i make a guest appearance?!? hope your skinny ladies were fab! xx.

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  11. when i get to france (one day) we'll sip some skinny lady margies and chat about our dogs. k?

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  12. LOL You are too funny. If only we could all have kids “on loan.” The life!

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  13. Hearing an accent from home is TOTALLY worth risking the pox. Or pink eye. Or any sort of kid-related germfest. Right, y'all?

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  14. From the California side of the Housewives, I can't help saying, Totally awesome! Sounds like you gals had a great time & I'm totally sure Bethanny's on the phone to her publicist as we speak 🙂 cheers to you both!

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  15. haha Can I be a Housewife too!?!?!? In a few months 🙂

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  16. sounds like a fabulous time!!I remember Dr and Mrs Vandertramp (?) from highschool (irregular verbs)

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  17. That sounds like you two girls had a really great time! I want this skinny girl margarita recipe…

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  18. Aw man, I am ALL kinds of jealous that you got to play with Aidan and her loveable brood. Jealous, you hear me! We need to sort out dates for our play date STAT. xxx

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  19. I've been meaning to try this Skinny Girl/Ladies margarita. Must do that soon!

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  20. now you've got me googling skinny lady margaritas….

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  21. I died when I read that you guys made Skinnygirl margaritas! I'm on a first name basis with Bethenny too and just ordered her new book from amazon. Wish I could have been in on your faux BRAVO Housewives action!

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  22. dude, for reals…why don't we live closer?

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  23. We should totally trade lives for a day. Yours sounds awesome.http://www.glamkittenslitterbox.com/Twitter: @GlamKitten88

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  24. Love, love, love Bethenny…isn't she the best? I would love to bump into her someday in The City and become lifelong BFF's…it could happen…What a lovely weekend and I also hope you don't get pink eye. Yuck.

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  25. Wonderful! Thank you for sharing your time with Aidan and clan =) I wish it had been me, but since it couldn't, I'm glad it was you!

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  26. I'm totally calling the Skinny Ladies from now on. Thank you French Husband!

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  27. Dude! Funny post. Very funny, because in my head, you actually sound like an English person. Dahhhling! 🙂

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  28. Love that you guys got to do this! Belated cheers to both of you!

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  29. i looove real housewives but i love bethenny ever after even MORE. i swear, there's not one episode that doesn't reduce me to a puddle of tears.

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