It's Me, Sara Louise

How do you spell ‘exhausted’?

S A R A  L O U I S E

That’s how.

It has been one big doozy of a summer. And I know I touched on the whole, summer has been long gone, thing on my last post, but for me, it literally ended like, last night at 9, when The Husband and I got home from picking up Fifty at camp (again.. the poor thing has been at camp a lot lately) and before that, Marseille airport to drop off Disco Gayle, and before that Montpellier, and before that Avignon (all in one weekend, can you believe it?!). But that’s a story for another time.

So here’s the deal, I’ve got loads to tell you, and pictures to show you, but I am a tired old girl so we’re going to do this bits and pieces like. Plus, since The Husband and I are planning on being hermits for the next few months and not getting up to much, (minus a crazy November with a weekend in Avignon, a trip to Dublin, and Thanksgiving with the Conjugating Irregular Verbs crew), and I’m not going to have much to tell you, it’s best if we stretch this whole thing out. You know. And by this ‘whole thing’ I mean some tales about traveling all around the south of France, homemade pizza parties, aioli, pétanque, a raclette, and toddler bar fights at Le Petit Bar. It’s been a nutty month.