It's Me, Sara Louise

{buy me}

++ The 2013 Dieux du Stade rugby calendar is out and I’m a little disappointed that one didn’t find it’s way into my Christmas stocking. Although, seeing Julien Pierre make the cut this year has me giddy as a school girl (fingers crossed that I might unwrap one for my birthday next month).

++ The day after my mom arrived I made escargot for lunch. And with the bottle of Petit Chablis we washed it down with, it was all very la-di-da indeed. But since there was pizza leftover from the night before, we had a couple of slices of that too, so that took the la-di-da-ness down a notch. One can never be too la di da in The LPV you know.

++ Remember how Gatz was going on and on and on about his Tartiflette? Well the whole Tartiflette thing got into my head and since I couldn’t stop thinking of the cheesy, creamy potato goodness, I made one. (Take that Gatz). It was my very first one and it came out perfectly, and I didn’t invite Gatz to have any of it. MUAH HA HA!

++ After The Husband wrapped my Christmas gift, he came downstairs and proudly presented it to my mother asking, “Didn’t I do a good job?” She answered, “Well there’s no bow, ribbon or name tag but other than that, sure you did.” Poor guy.

++ And in a fantastic moment of blondness (apologies in advance for the stereotyping) The Husband ordered my present from Amazon forgetting that the Amazon account is setup with my email, so I received the confirmation email telling me that my Nikon Coolpix was on it’s way. Fortunately, I’m very good at feigning surprise.

++ Remember how The Husband watched Harry Potter for the first time back in September? Well this holiday season we managed to watch the rest of them. Seven Harry Potters and we even through a Narnia in there for good measure. We are now officially Pottered out.

{Merci Mrs. London}

++ In case you were wondering how it all turned out, La Professeur’s surprise for her husband went off without a hitch. She even filmed him opening the signed ball and sent me the clip. Pure. Christmas. Magic.

++ Child Bride did one of those Facebook things that tell you what song was #1 the year that you were born… her birth year song is ‘I’m Too Sexy’ by Right Said Fred which I totally remember singing along with and dancing to. So that doesn’t make me feel old at all, no not in the least bit. BLECH.

++ And get this, on NYE we had dinner together (plus Brother-in-Law, Papa, and Papa’s Wife and The Husband of course, and I’m going to tell you about it real soon, pinky swear) and Child Bride asked me what I was doing after dinner, I asked why, and she said because there was a cocktail party back in the original Le Petit Village (a cocktail party… really?). Well I said that since dinner wouldn’t be over until well past midnight, I’d be going home after and do you want to know what she said? Get this… she said, “Oh, that’s your age“.

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