It's Me, Sara Louise

++ I’ve not gone Italian on you, it just so happens that we say ciao in the south of France too. Papa says it, Honey’s Honey says it, The Husband says it… we all say it. I guess it’s because lots of people here are of Italian heritage (The Husband’s grandmother was from Rome). Plus who doesn’t like saying, ‘ciao’? It’s fun. And adding that extra ‘ciao’ gives it an extra something, something. Say, ‘ciao‘, now say, ‘ciao ciao.’ See? Moving on.

++ Brother-in-Law got a brand new car; a Renault Clio, in powder blue with racing stripes on it and a big number 7 on the hood and the roof. It looks like Herbie the Love Bug, only French.

++ Brother-in-Law’s psycho dog, Python (pronounced: Pe-than in French) has been temporarily living at Papa’s house and terrorizing Papa’s Wife’s cat Rosa. Poor Rosa. And she should be frightened. Python has killed like thirteen chickens (that Brother-in-Law was raising) and countless cats. He’s a freaking psychopath. I want to get him locked up with a Hannibal Lecter mask but one for a dog instead.  He’s a tiny, Jack Russell, serial killer and even though I’m not a fan, I feel bad for him. It’s not his fault he’s psychotic.

++ The Husband returned home from bee duty with only seven stings. Not bad at all, except one on his jaw made the right side of his face swell up like Popeye and the two in his belly button (two bees actually wiggled their way INSIDE his belly button) made his tummy stick out like he’s three months pregnant. If I had to guess, I’d say it was Mr. London’s baby.

++ Do you want to hear the sweetest thing? Fifty says goodnight to me every night. Every night, after I get into bed, Fifty comes upstairs, walks around to my side and rests his head on the bed for a couple of minutes. I pet him for a bit and then when I say, “goodnight Fifty, goodnight bébé chien“, he turns around, and goes back downstairs. It’s heart melting stuff.  

++ Tomorrow morning The Husband, Mrs. London and I are flying to Dublin for the week. (We takeoff in about 27 hours!) While I’m off pub-crawling and catching up with family, Heather, Adrienne, Patricia, and Betsy, will be watching over this space and keeping you entertained with guest posts. I’m sure you will all be on your best behavior and make them feel very welcome, because Le Petit Village readers are the very best readers (please do not terrorize the substitute bloggers). Ciao Ciao!