Month: May 2012
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while we should have been packing
{source} Hi kids, remember me? Here I am, typing away at Papa’s house because the internet won’t be setup at the new chez moi for another week. That’s right, I’m already at my new house in the new Le Petit Village, and while I’m knee deep in unpacking, I thought I’d take a breath and…
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about No.7
Let’s talk about number seven. I’ll start by answering your questions: Meredith: Ooh where are you moving to, closer to those of us near Aix I hope?Actually yes, I’ll be 8km closer to Aix and trust me, every step closer to Zara counts. Abbey: AND THE MOVE!?!?!??!?! Is it official???Yes Abbey, it’s official, but unfortunately not…
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ode to thee
source: you had me at bonjour I know I left you guys on a cliffhanger with my last post, but there’s just something else I want to say today and I promise to tell you all about my move next time. However, I will leave you a clue… I am staying in Provence. I’m feeling…
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versatile: life captured
Look what I got. Thanks to Shauna of Life Captured , I have been deemed Versatile. I’m always chuffed when I get one of these so thank you Shauna, from the bottom of my heart here in The LPV. Now, I’m suppose to pass this award on to fifteen bloggers, but I’ve decided to divide that…
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you had me at bonjour
{source: you had me at bonjour} “Kirsty, do you want to bed with me?“ This is what my friend Kirsty thought The Husband said to her while we were having lunch last weekend. Understandably, she almost spit out her Rosé. What The Husband actually said was, “Kirsty do you want to bet with me” (as…
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my honey
Winnie the Pooh: Christopher Robin, I think the bees S-U-S-P-E-C-T something. Christopher Robin: Perhaps they think you’re after their honey. Winnie the Pooh: Well, it may be that. You never can tell with bees. – Winnie the Pooh and the Honey Tree The Husband got to be an honorary Honey for the day. And he…
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do you know the homemaker man?
{La Petite and her Tonton co-chillin} Oh yes I know the Homemaker Man but if you don’t you should because he’s capital F unny, a fellow Beastie Boy lover, and in his own words; Mr. Mom with two very young kids, one wife, three cats, a large dumb dog and a pink house so old the…
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you can't, you won't and you don't stop
W H E W ! It’s that season again here in The LPV… BBQs, BBQs, and more BBQs. Not that I’m complaining, but sometimes a BBQ during the day turns into a party at night and then I tend to end up a big ol’ M.E. double S, never being at home, neglecting a sad…
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sometimes, they get up to no good
{source} Another weekend, and another trip to Toulon. I’m talking about last weekend, not this one. Friday afternoon, The Husband and I headed down south, picked up my cousin, Mrs. London, and went to dinner. Whenever I’m in this part of France, the Côte d’Azur, on a port, surrounded by palm trees and looking out…
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bees and then the honey
You know how we’ve had birthdays out the gazoo here in The LPV lately? Like first La Petite turned one, and then Honey Jr. had a birthday (although I didn’t blog about that one, but Fifty did buy him a bottle of Jameson), then The Croupier got her Party Rock on, and of course Gatz, with…
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