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Huffing and Puffing
You know how I’m always going on about The Husband’s Gallic huffing and puffing, and how it doesn’t take much to set it off. Like how he huffs at the grocery store or when doing anything he doesn’t like or when he has to wait even the slightest amount of time for something (patience is not…
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New Home Hunting Take 1
The Skippie Team (aka, The Husband, Monsieur Fifty, and me) is looking for a new home. Since our current cozy little abode was The Husband’s before I moved in, it’s a fine size for one single man, kind of big enough for the two of us, but you throw an ever growing Fifty into the…
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Might As Well Be In Dublin
image: trekearth.com The weather forecast in Le Petit Village is predicting rain for the next ten days. Seriously? Rain. Ten days. And you know what’s happening at the end of the ten days of rain? I’m flying to Dublin. Seriously. bisou
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Spreading Some Sunshine
Aren’t I lucky? Not only did I receive the Sunshine Award from Jersey at Jersey and the Monkey, but Flower Jane at Small But Charming passed it on to me as well. Now it’s my duty to spread the sunshine… (I always love this part, I feel like I have been given some cosmic sword…
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Flash
This flashcard could save your life When I first moved here, I was pretty motivated with my French lessons. I studied a couple of hours every morning and would always have on the television in the background while I went about my day (By the way, 7th Heaven in French is just as annoying, and…
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Psycho Killer Qu'est Que C'est
First there was the original Baby. A wee white bear that came home with Fifty on his first day in Le Petit Village. A little present to make him feel comfortable and loved. After about a month, Baby was looking pretty nasty (as you would if you spent a month coated in puppy saliva) and…
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Two Blissful Hours
The sun was shining this weekend in Le Petit Village. On Sunday, it was a warm and beautiful 72 degrees. Before moving to Le Petit Village, I lived in Dublin for six years and had a Dublin tan (a translucent blue tint). I’m anxious to get back to my former Texas shade and I think…
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Fun For The Whole Family
There is no such thing as a free lunch, even at Papa’s house. It was time to earn our keep. Some of the wild boar that Papa hunted needed to be made into pâté. Apparently, this is an activity for the whole family. Fun. I’m warning you now. If you are eating, do not read…
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Really French
Dash at French Sampler (you know, the lovely lady who posts about scandalicious historical courtesans with juicy pasts) bestowed upon moi, The Vraiment Francaise Award. It’s really French Thank you dear Dash for this and for teaching me about all those naughty courtesans. Love reading about those ladies while I have my afternoon tea. Now…
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Bad Moon Rising
Conversation between The Husband and I last night… The Husband, leaning over me, “You are in a bad moon?” Moi, looking up from my book, “A what?” “A bad moon“ “What the hell is a bad moon?” “You are not happy?” I had been feeling a little bit blah, but after that how could I…
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