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Multiplication, The Serial Killer, and Some Champagne
The Boyfriend and I popped into the Honey house. We had a bottle of Baileys from Dublin for Mr Honey that had to be delivered. Mr Honey loves Baileys, he thinks it’s candy, but unless Mrs Honey is watching him carefully, he’ll finish the whole bottle. Normally when we get to The Honeys, it’s just…
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My New Hobby
I have a new hobby. I would love to say that it’s yoga, or painting, or decoupage (never did start that) but it’s slightly more neurotic. I’ve been tracking the sunrise times in Le Petit Village (actually not specifically, Le Petit Village is too small to have it’s own weather page, but the closest larger…
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Deep Thoughts… With Fifty
Why won’t that crazy schedule lady just leave me alone? Really, can’t I just have five minutes of peace. I bet when I turn around she’ll be standing there staring at me… Yep. Of course she is. Is it really necessary for me to be bilingual? Just pick a language and go with it. I’m…
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That's Not Toothpaste
My Mother tried to poison The Boyfriend. OK, that may have been a bit over an overstatement, but she almost did. We took a quick trip to visit my Mother for her birthday. It was the weekend, I was in Dublin, and it was my Mother’s birthday, so naturally I woke up with gooey wine…
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I Love Tuesdays
Pizza Night, Pizza Night, Oh how I love Pizza Night! The above needs to be sung while doing jazz hands, with your head shaking, eyes closed, and letting your hips have a little spazz attack. I’d show you a how to video but that would be embarrassing. The Skippie Team loves pizza night. Not so…
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Date Night
Last weekend my date night dinner was cancelled because the restaurant decided to close for no reason, and this past Saturday, Monsieur Snowman and his buckets of snow ruined another night out. I refused to let staying in ruin our long overdue date night. But we’d have to settle for old reliable, Saturday night dinner…
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Snow Day
I spent my childhood in upstate New York, a place where we had all four seasons to their fullest. In Spring, blossoms bloomed, Summer was hot and sticky, Fall was an actual autumn, and Winter was freaking freezing. But the one thing that made those winter months bearable was the promise of a snow day.…
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The Boyfriend's Favorite (maybe)
According to French Nana it’s her beef tongue. According to Papa’s Wife it’s her couscous. According to Mrs Honey it’s her squash gratin. The Boyfriend is a food whore. Before I came along, there weren’t any serious girlfriends, so all the other women in his life cooked for him. And they all like to think…
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A Not So Relaxing Evening
Papa’s Wife invited us over for dinner, she was cooking The Boyfriend’s ‘favorite’ her couscous. The Boyfriend was looking forward to the meal, I was looking forward to a nice relaxing evening that I didn’t have to prepare and clean up after. Getting ready to leave, The Boyfriend grabbed the car keys and Fifty. I…
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Stinky & Freezing
Woke up to this… … more snow. And no hot water. Did I mention it’s freezing? If the hot water doesn’t get fixed soon I’m going to have to change my name to Stinky in Le Petit Village. But guess who loves it… I really want to take a shower. And not a freezing cold…
It's Me, Sara Louise 