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La Saint-Valentin
source Happy Valentine’s Day my lovely, love loves! How are we this morning/ afternoon/ evening? Me… feeling full of l’amour surprised The Husband with breakfast this morning… heart-shaped eggs in a basket (like in Carey’s photo above, but not nearly as pretty) and a big ol’ cuppa Barry’s Tea. And as soon as I hit…
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il neige
This is what’s happening… I want to post Toulon Part Deux, and show you what happened with Brother-in-Law, the office chair, and the Hello Kitty mask, but I’m waiting for Mr. London to send me something that is absolutely vital to the post (trust me on this one), and as soon as Mrs. London can…
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I'm baaaack!
C’est moi! I’m back in The LPV after my whirlwind trip to Dublin, and since my return this weekend, I have already had a visit with Mrs. London (with The Husband and Fifty in tow of course), toasted Champagne with Papa and his wife, watched France lose to Wales (Philippe Saint-André – you and me…
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surprise!
{last Saturday night} Coucou! Well here it is… a little after 7AM on my birthday morning. I’m sipping my tea and fresh off of the phone with my mother after her annual rendition of ♫ Happy Birthday ♪, and while I should be recovering from my wonderful weekend living in up in Châteauneuf-du-Pape and Avignon, and telling you all…
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Dieu Merci, C'est Vendredi
{That means, T.G.I.F. but in French. And since it’s French, it’s a little backwards. Technically it says, “God thanks, it’s Friday.” But that’s OK, because it’s all about the sentiment.} It’s Friday my friends! And if that wasn’t swish enough already, today I’m heading to one of my favorite cities in all of the land…
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Toulon: a photo essay
WHEW! Guess what I just figured out? In my advancing age, it now takes me two whole nights to recover from one night out. No longer can I shake my bonbon on the dance floor until 5AM, sleep for three hours, and wake-up feeling normal with a spring in my step. Nope, I can’t, those…
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They Call Me Nonos
Saturday was Fifty’s least favorite day of the year… shot day at the vet… RUH-ROH!. Oh he hates it! Look at him up there, with his tail tucked between his legs, all nervous like. (He’s also totally unaware that all of that worrying is going to give him frown lines… do they have botox for…
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five hundred
{La Petite and Mr. Chat courtesy of Child Bride} ++ 500. This is my five-hundredth post. I wish I had something more exciting to post than my usual random, round-up ramblings but I don’t. This is all I got. Je suis désolé. ++ 4:49AM was the time on the clock this morning when I woke…
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The St. Stephen's Day Terrorist
Looking at this photo, you would think that the St. Stephen’s Day Terrorist was the small, white dog who had eaten something that didn’t agree with his little belly. But no, as painfully odorous as that was, the St. Stephen’s Day Terrorist was actually my mother, who held us hostage with her particular brand of…
It's Me, Sara Louise 