It's Me, Sara Louise

// Today, as in the 5th of February, is always my least favorite day of the year (except expat Thanksgiving of course, but I don’t have to worry about that one anymore). It’s the day after my birthday and I’m invariably feeling deflated like one of those sad looking helium balloons the day after a party. All of the excitement and joy of yesterday, the tons of emails and Facebook messages, gone. Meh. (Yes I’d like a little cheese with my whine thank you for very much.)

// Lately I’ve been obsessed with the 80s. My full on nostalgia is being fueled by The Carrie Diaries and The Goldbergs. I cannot get enough of those shows, they make me long for my childhood. Man, I want to go back to 1985! It really was a simpler time (and poofier with lots more neon).

// I’m finally reading Gone With the Wind. I’m about halfway through, it’s fantastic, I truly cannot believe that I’ve made it this far into my life without reading it. One of the best things about it is Scarlett’s use of the phrase, “oh fiddle-dee-dee” which I’m guessing she says instead of, “oh f**k“. It reminds me of my Nana who would say, “oh fiddlesticks” or sometimes “oh fiddle-faddle” when she was feeling extra fancy. I need to try and say that instead of the F word. I’m not sure if it’s because of the stress of the move or what, but I’m saying, F U you know what, way too often lately. It’s not dignified.

// Fifty’s crate for his flight to America arrived. He was very skeptical at first but only one day after it arrived, he was in it (Confession: A few slices of ham may have helped). I’ve since put his bed inside of it and now he hangs out in there whenever he goes for a lie down. I’m so relieved.

// The night before my birthday, I got an early present; Bradley Cooper speaking French on the news again. Enjoy.

// Remember how I got Gregory hooked on the Real Housewives? Well now it’s The Bachelor. Watching it each episode with him is one of my top moments of the week thanks to his colorful commentary: “Look at her walk away, it’s painful.“”Why is she dressed like a prostitute?” “She looks a travesty.” Then he turned to Fifty, “You’re a travesty.” Clearly ‘travesty’ was the word for the day. And speaking of travesties…

// Justin Beiber. Ugh. Discuss.