It's Me, Sara Louise

How was every one’s All Hallows’ Eve? I hope your sugar rush come downs weren’t too shaky. Mine was sugar free… no tricks or treats, just a lazy night on the couch watching Disney’s old Legend of Sleepy Hollow followed by the Johnny Depp one (We’re on a bit of a Headless Horseman kick around here).

On All Hallows’ Eve Eve, Honey Jr and Honey’s Honey came over for dinner (I made this Chicken Piccata pasta). Fifty was so excited, he wore his Halloween t-shirt a day early because they wouldn’t get to see him on the actual day. Missing Fifty in his Boo t-shirt is an absolute no-no. (Honey Jr and Honey’s Honey spent Halloween night at an electric dance party in Marseille. Back in my day we called this, a Rave. Sweet Lord I’m old.)

Honey Jr deserved to get out their and shake his bon-bon… last Sunday he ran the Marseille-Cassis marathon for the third year in a row and finished in one hour-forty, and Brother-in-Law ran it for his first time and came in at a respectable two hours-five. I’m proud of them both. Me, you couldn’t catch me running up and down those steep hills fighting the Mistral, no-siree-bob, not me.

So here we are, another Friday in The LPV, except this one won’t be in The LPV. In a couple of hours, we’re hitting the road south to Toulon. Honey Jr and Honey’s Honey will be meeting us down there and after some parrot Mojitos on the port, we’ll watch Mr. London do his thing against Bordeaux (I love Bordeaux’s rugby uniforms… they’re the color of wine! Never have rugby players looked so delicious… well that’s not entirely true.) and then I’m sure we’ll go out and get up to no good because that’s what Fridays are for. À bientôt mes amis et bon weekend!
Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do… better yet, don’t do anything I would…