Today I’m taking a break from tales of my staycation to regale you with tidbits of recent life here in The LPV. Enjoy.
++ Do you have any idea how creepy it is to find a Barbie that looks like it barely survived a zombie apocalypse right outside your front door? It’s effing creepy. Naturally, I had to photograph it and share it with all of you.
++ Wednesday the 26th of September was my third anniversary of living in France. THREE YEARS. It totally snuck up on me and I didn’t even remember until the following Saturday but I didn’t think I could let it go unnoticed so voila… happy third franciversary to me (and if you happen to be interested, you can click here to read about my very first franciversary).
++ Then, a week after I had forgotten about my third franciversary, I forgot about my three year blogiversary. For the record, I don’t have a clue what has happened to my memory lately, but while I have a think, feel free to read my first blog post by clicking here
++ Gatz finally got his own place. That’s right. My husband’s thirty year old hetero life partner is moving out of his grandparent’s house and it his very own apartment. Awww… they grow up so fast.
++ The weekend before my mother arrived for Staycation 2012
, I was in Banon visiting the large bookstore, Le Bleuet. As I walked up to the entrance, I noticed a man sitting on the step outside with a beautiful golden retriever and I thought to myself, “hey, that dog looks awfully familiar
“. I quickly scooted inside and began searching the faces in the crowded store when I spotted a curly red ponytail. That’s when I put two and two together… cute golden retriever + curly red hair = Lost in Arles
. That’s right, I bumped into fellow expat Heather in Banon. It was rather surreal.
++ During last week’s Clermont match against Stade Français (we’re talking rugby kids), Clermont’s Brock James made a drop goal with less than a minute left in the match to cinch the win and make it the 47th consecutive home win for Clermont. It was so glorious that I was barely phased last night when Clermont lost against Castres.
++ I’m still recovering from the horrific death of Opie on Sons of Anarchy. Oh my goodness it was brutal. When the scene was playing, I was curled up in a ball rocking back and forth, my heart beating out of my chest, whispering, “no, no, no” over and over again. Clearly I have become a tad too attached to a fictional outlaw biker gang.
++ Here’s something you probably didn’t know about The Husband; he is a huge gossip, HUGE. It’s the main reason why he likes to play cards with the senior ladies at the local community center (besides the free cookies
), he loves the gossip. And when he and Gatz get together, oh my heavens, forget about it! They practically turn into Miss. Clairee and Weezer, they gossip so. So last night, I decided to sit The Husband down in front of the Real Housewives of New Jersey, because even though he makes fun of me watching it, I knew that he would love it, because it’s basically just one big gossip fest. After we finished watching the third episode in a row, he turned to me with a big ol’ smile on his face and exclaimed, “Ooh I LOVE it!
Of course you do Miss Clairee, of course you do.
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