It's Me, Sara Louise

The day after The Husband’s birthday, or the calm before the storm, as I like to call it, we were all about relaxing. I knew that the BBQ I was throwing (with the aid of mon petit helper, Honey Jr) would be a doozy and a quiet night was in order. And it was quiet, until Brother-in-Law unexpectedly dropped off La Petite for a few hours. But honestly, I’m not really going to complain about a few hours with this bugaboo, now am I?

No, no I’m not.

Plus Fifty loves her too. He licked her head a bunch and then sat back and laughed about it. See him laughing.

And Saturday wasn’t just going to be a doozy because of the BBQ… a couple of Irish friends were in Nice for the weekend so of course I told them to get yee to Aix and we will collect thee (yeah, I told them just like that). So before the BBQ, we went to Aix to pick up them up, which of course was a perfect excuse for The Husband to enjoy the all you can eat beef carpaccio that he loves so much. I mean, it was his birthday weekend and all.But because he would be eating loads of merguez and chipolata that night, he stopped at only four plates (very sensible, isn’t he?), instead of his usual, gazillion. And you know I don’t do trips to Aix without visiting my friend Zara, where I grabbed these…

and this…

Because I like to think everyday is my birthday. H O L L A.

High on raw beef and Zara we headed back to Le Petit Village where I vanquished the boys to the bar for the afternoon (I’m sure you can imagine their distraught faces). I even released Honey Jr from work duty and told him that he had been replaced and his services were no longer required. Shockingly, he didn’t fight me on this.

After we (we being my lovely Irish friend, Child Bride and me) got everything ready, we snuck off for a quick apéro at Le Petit Bar (the boys were at a bar in another village… guess they were afraid that Le Petit Bar would be out of Heineken, or pastis, or water). Amazingly, there was Rosé available and ready for consumption (I’m thankful for small miracles). My Irish friend was in awe of the low cost of €1.50 a glass (wine does not cost €1.50 a glass in Dublin. No it does not). So I’m thinking that was the small miracle she was thankful for.

We ran back home a few minutes before 7:00, turned on the music, poured ourselves a drink and waited. We figured the boys would be back any second before the guests arrived but they weren’t (Are you surprised by this? I wish I could say I was). They were beaten by these two…

Allow me to introduce you to Ginette and Odette (or Starsky & Hutch as they are sometimes known). Odette lives to the right of Honey Jr, and Ginette lives to the left of us. Best. Neighbors. Ever. (Hence their BBQ invite).

Then the boys finally got back and this one went straight to bed…