It's Me, Sara Louise

// I’ve been cheating on Fifty… shhh… That guy with me in the photo is Boris, Boris Bastareaud to be precise. He’s my buddy. He is one of the dogs that hang out in the village and I’ve kind of adopted him. I don’t know what his real name is but Mrs. London and I have christened him Boris Bastareaud because he looks like that’s what his name should be. He’s big and fluffy and kind and I wuv him so berry much.

// It’s officially rentrée; that time of year where everyone goes back to school and back to life as we lose that summer feeling. Meh. This September we’re watching La Petite go through it for the first time as tomorrow she starts l’école maternelle. La Petite is off to pre-school! Wasn’t she born like yesterday?

// Do you know that after the French Revolution, France adopted a new calender? I didn’t until the subject popped up in a book I was reading. I can’t tell you how happy I am that France decided to ditch it though because I cannot begin to fathom how confused I’d be right now if they hadn’t. (Perhaps with that calendar though, today wouldn’t be Monday, and it wouldn’t be September.)

// Remember the photo of Gregory dripping wet after he had been pushed in the pool? Well I left a couple of bits out. First of all, it was Mrs. London who had pushed him in, and second, he retaliated by pushing her in the pool, summer dress and all. I ran down to the house to tell Mr. London what had happened and he ran up to the pool terrified… terrified that his wife was going to kill his boyfriend. Now for giggles Mrs. London and I like to recreate Mr. London’s reaction… we do a slowmotion run while shouting things like, “NOOOO! Not my sweet vanilla sugar dumpling!!!” It’s pretty funny. (Pretty funny to us anyway.)

// A few days ago a delivery man called asking for directions to the house. “Je ne parle pas français” I said and then I continued on and on (in French) about how it would be easier to meet me at the fountain in the village in front of the small hotel rather than me trying to give him directions to my house since you know, I don’t speak French. He was quiet for a bit before he said, “but you’re speaking French now.” Oh yeah. I have a tendacy to forget that I do actually speak French. I’m not sure when this fact will fully sink in.

// If you’ve been around these parts before, then you might know that I have a bit of a Sons of Anarchy addiction, so imagine my delight when I saw that Sesame Street made a parody, Sons of Poetry. Since I love Sons of Anarchy, and Sesame Street and since I love you too, I thought I’d share it with you. Enjoy.

// Please forgive me for a second while I do something very nepotistic (that’s a 25¢ word right there). There are four people on twitter that I think you should absolutely be following… Gregory (because he’s The Husband), my sister (because she knows lots of stuff about health and wellness and what not), my mother (she writes books) and Fifty (no reason necessary, it’s Fifty!). If you tell them I sent you, I just know you all will happily tweet away. Nepotism over and out. Tweet tweet.

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