It's Me, Sara Louise

++ We saw the largest snail ever. We’re talking like, ‘World’s Largest Snail’ at the County Fair kind of sized. He came out during a rainstorm and I swear he was about half the size of my knuckle and big enough to be a pet. I would have adopted the little guy but 1. Fifty would have been jealous and 2. I’d be scared The Husband would eat it.

++ Not only did we not celebrate the 4th of July, we didn’t celebrate the 14th either (Bastille Day). Clearly we are the least patriotic people ever (note to self… become patriotic). However, we did get a glance of fireworks the night before Bastille Day from The London’s living room window. Too bad we didn’t get ourselves together early enough to get down to the port and watch them #patrioticfail

++ In another epic fail of suckiness, that same Saturday night we decided to go to Magic World, an amusement park all of ten minutes from The London’s house… we made it as far as the bar five minutes down the road. We had two beers and went home to bed. Could we be anymore lame? No.

++ I’m not trying to wish away my summer (not at all… my legs aren’t tan enough yet) but part of me cannot wait for September because September is when Sons of Anarchy comes back on (I miss you Jax Teller).

{I told you it was big}

++ Last Friday, my internet at my house went out a little after 9:30AM for ten hours! TEN HOURS! And as if that wasn’t lousy enough, my hairdryer exploded (not cut out, EXPLODED with sparks). It was a sucky day. But then we went to Martine’s for Mojitos so it had a fairytale ending. Mojitos and good company can pretty much cure anything.

++ Since I’m talking about Martine, I’m going to talk about this… are any of y’all (my Texas just came out there) photography fans? If you are, you should check out Martine’s husband, George’s photography blog, The Wideangle Cafe. And if you happen to be in Provence in August, you should go to George’s photography exhibit (for dates and info follow George on twitter). Tell him Sara Louise sent you and you’ll get a free glass of wine! (you’ll get a free glass of wine anyway)

++ Now back to the internet being out and the exploding hairdryer… as if that wasn’t enough dreadfulness for a weekend, on Sunday evening, water stopped flowing out of the taps. Seriously, not a single drop. We checked with our neighbor who confirmed that she too was without water. She went off to investigate while I kept my fingers crossed that the whole village was water-less and not just us (I wasn’t being mean, it’s just that the more people without water would mean the faster they got the problem fixed). It turned out that some dimwit was digging in his garden with a digger, and not knowing what he was doing, dug into the water pipe. WHAT. A. MORON. Luckily for everyone (especially digger guy because otherwise me and him were going to have words and by words I’m talking about all of the naughty English ones), the water was back on when we woke up Monday. Crisis averted.

++ Remember the green purse I got in les soldes? Well when I bought it, I decided to use it right away. I popped the smaller purse I was carrying inside of it and went on my way happily swinging around my new green handbag. Mrs. London bet that Gregory wouldn’t even notice the change and she was right, he didn’t.  So the lesson learned is that I can pretty much shop until my heart’s content and The Husband will be none the wiser because he doesn’t pay attention. Good to know.

++ I had the saddest, most tragic thing happen to me… last Wednesday, RC Toulon (rugby) was playing a fun match against Olympic Marseille (soccer/ football). It was a first half football, second half rugby, all looney match. Mr. London was playing and I had wanted to go, but it was a Wednesday, we had just been down to Toulon the weekend before, and blah, blah, blah, so I decided to stay put. Big mistake. Huge. It turns out that my big ol’ crush Marc Lièvremont (who you may remember from my trip to Paris) was the referee for the rugby half of the match (Eric Cantona referreed the football part but honesty, I don’t really care about that).
MARC LIEVREMONT WAS THERE AND I MISSED IT!!! AARRGGHH!!! 

++ My hair is growing out from that horrible haircut. I’d love to be able to say ‘growing out nicely’ but I’d be lying. Every time I look in the mirror I remind myself never to chop it above the shoulders again. And if any of you ever get even the tiniest inkling that I’m thinking about it, please remind me not to… it’s your duty as my blog friends.