It's Me, Sara Louise

{my little pony}

++ When I was a little girl I had a Shetland pony named Rainy Day. Rainy Day was my best friend and there isn’t a single day that goes by that I don’t think about him, so you can only imagine the level of excitement I felt when we were driving through the forest between The LPV and the original LPV, and four Shetlands crossed the road directly in front of us, all in single file, and walked into the lavender field (seriously, it was like jump up and down, pee-pee pants exciting). Clearly Le Petit Village is a magical land sprinkled with fairy dust.

++ Brother-in-Law has decided to study the choreography of the Gangnam Style video. Apparently, he wants to get the moves down perfectly. Don’t ask. I have no idea either.

++ I received a small bottle of an Anti-Aging Beauty elixir with my Jolie Box. In a hurry the other morning, but wanting to anti-age myself, I quickly rubbed some of the grape extract on my face. Why was it so sticky? Why was my face purple? Because you’re supposed to drink it, not rub it all over your face you moron. Yeah, that was embarrassing.

++ And it turned out to be the best rugby day ever (so basically the opposite of this day). We went to  Brother-in-Law’s because it’s the best place to watch sports. See Brother-in-Law doesn’t have a big screen, no no no, that would be too basic for Brother-in-Law. Brother-in-Law has a projector, so a whole living room wall becomes the TV. When you watch rugby over there, it pretty much feels like you’re on the pitch. Anyway, first Clermont won against Toulon (MUAH HA HA HA) in a crazy, down to the wire, nail biter of a match that led to the 50th consecutive home match win for Clermont (it was pandemonium and awesome, but not for Mr. London, sorry Mr. London) and then France beat the tar out of Australia. BEAT THE TAR OUT OF THEM.

++ La Petite is nineteen months old and beginning to babble. I only ever speak to her in English despite eye rolls from certain people telling me, “elle ne comprend pas”. Well the eye rolls can stop because something wonderful has happened… La Petite is responding to me, not in English yet, but in French. BABY STEPS. I ask her a question in English and she answers, oui or no. I feel like Anne Sullivan.

++ If you’re friends with Fifty on Facebook (if you’re not, but want to be, you can add him here… he loves making new friends), you’ve probably seen that he’s been receiving poochcards from all over Provence, from his Sheltie friend, Chula (who you may remember from this). Well besides traveling  about Provence and making Fifty jealous, Chula has written a book called Sniffing Around Provence, and has decided to give it away free to all of you! (Generous, well traveled, has written a book…. really, is there anything Chula Wula D’Augue can’t do? Doubt it.) To download the ebook free, simply click here. C’est tout!