++ On Easter Sunday, Gatz, The Husband’s hetero life partner, made me a proud Mama (sometimes I feel responsible for him because he’s like a lost puppy). He was coming with The Husband and me to Papa’s for lunch and showed up dressed beautifully (like one of those really beautifully dressed men you see in Paris or Rome) and not only did he have a bottle of Rasteau for Papa’s Wife, he had a bottle of Cairanne for me. Gold star for Gatz.
++ It’s been raining on and off for over a week. So not cool. And our perfect late March temperatures of 20°C (70°F) have cooled to 15°C (60°F). It’s all very annoying.
++ The mint (la menthe) is blooming in my back garden… that means one thing… Mojitos! And once the sun comes back out to play, I’ll be drinking those Mojitos outside (I wonder where I can buy those little cocktail umbella thingys…)
++ The Husband and Honey Jr went to Avignon to play football (soccer) with Baby Cousin on Wednesday night (driving over an hour for a play date mid-week seems a little weird to me but whatever) but that meant I had an evening to myself… back to back episodes of Tabatha’s Salon Takeover (I have no idea why I like that show but I do) and that bottle of Cairanne Gatz gave me. Score.
++ And I may or may not have just watched every episode of Russian Dolls. Please don’t judge me.
++ British Airways ruined my plans to see The Hunger Games. You see, I was supposed to meet Mrs. London in Aix-en-Provence on a Wednesday afternoon to see it, and her house guests were due to fly out on Tuesday night, but British Airways cancelled their flight, her guests had to stay put and that left me dateless for The Hunger Games. Boo. British Airways… your uppance will come.
++ Rumor has it The Parisian is looking to sell Le Petit Bar in September. I guess he wants to wait one more summer season to see how many tourists he can disappoint first.