It's Me, Sara Louise

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…

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.