When we last left The Husband’s Birthday, the boys had returned from the bar and one had fallen asleep at the ripe old hour of 7:15, (and got punished for it in the maturest of ways). What I didn’t mention was that one boy was missing, Honey Jr.
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Where, oh where could Honey Jr be?
And then we heard a horrible, grating noise…
Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
Or is it Honey Jr pushing a barbecue grill across the village?
{uh, guys, a little help here}
Um, yeah, that last one.Â
The boys had left him without any help and little Honey Jr pushed that grill all the way from Brother-in-Law’s house (OK, it’s not THAT far, but it is on the other side of the village).
{Me. Man. I make fire.}
Look at him get that fire going. Here in Le Petit Village, we don’t use any fancy pants charcoal, no sireebob, we grill like cave men, with wood. (And Honey Jr was being all manly, snapping twigs branches in half on his knee, wish you could’ve seen it).
And then Honey Jr got to grilling.
(It kind of looks like he’s DJing doesn’t it? That boy does spend quite a bit of time in Ibiza.)
Meanwhile, on the other terrace…
(Honey Jr was BBQing on our terrace, everyone was hanging out on his)
We were all enjoying the beautiful summer evening and the smell of the fire wafting through the air. See above… that’s my lovely Irish friend on the beanbag talking to no one in particular. And there’s Child Bride, concentrating on her wine, Brother-in-Law, sticking a breadstick in Mrs Honey’s Pina Colada, and Mrs Honey trying to figure out why.Â
And here’s my lovely Irish friend engaged in conversation with Child Bride and Brother-in-Law (she doesn’t speak French, they don’t speak English, but whatever), Mrs Honey happy to have her Pina Colada back, Gatz, fresh from his nap with a clean face and a new t-shirt (don’t ask what happened to the other one) and the birthday boy himself, The Husband, overseeing it all, like the king he is.Â
(he totally got that king comment because it’s his birthday)
And then let’s see…
blah blah blah
BBQ BBQ BBQ
eat drink eat drink eat drink
And then sometime later in the evening this happened…Â
Which looks crazy shady, but is actually quite innocent. It’s The Husband and Gatz rugby tackling a sleeping Honey Jr and Brother-in-Law.Â
(For the record, I have no idea why these two decided to take a catnap together around 11:00 when the BBQ was still in full swing. Sometimes it’s best not to question these things.)
And that rugby tackle made Honey Jr’s face do this…
Kind of looks like he’s in pain, doesn’t it? Once again, that’s what you get for leaving the party early.
And then there’s this photo, which I don’t know how to explain so I’m not even going to try.
{Honey Jr – you will never be President}
But wait.Â
There’s more.Â
Stayed tuned for Episode 4 coming up next.
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