Tag: Brother-In-Law
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Behind The Photos XIV
Today’s edition of Behind The Photos feature a hodge podge mix of pictures from the Autumn of 2010… snapshots of random bits of life in The LPV. And because it’s darn near impossible to think of Le Petit Village without thinking of every one’s favorite honey farmer, I feel it’s only right to kick off…
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Le Petit Village: The Family Tree
Here’s it is! I have finally put together the Le Petit Village family tree to show how everyone here is related to everyone else because with the exception of a few, they (and now me) all are… ♫WE ARE FAMILY♫ . . . . . . . . . . N O T E S Not…
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the latest
++ The last time I was in the old Le Petit Village, I noticed this Corsican flag waving in the wind… Child Bride’s parents hung it from the top of their apartment building. They aren’t from Corsica by the way, they’re from Marseille, but as every south of France dweller knows, there are some people…
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ciao ciao
{La Petite teaching her Tonton} ++ I’ve not gone Italian on you, it just so happens that we say ciao in the south of France too. Papa says it, Honey’s Honey says it, The Husband says it… we all say it. I guess it’s because lots of people here are of Italian heritage (The Husband’s…
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pâté day
Pâté making is one of those things I never thought I would do, like ever. Except maybe if I was enrolled in a cooking class or something with my girlfriends, but that would never happen because I’m not really a joiner. So before I moved to Le Petit Village, pâté was only something that I ate, not…
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Toulon: Part Deux
{for another super cute photo of Fifty and Napoleon’s road trip click here} When we last left off our weekend in Toulon with Brother-in-Law and Child Bride at Mr. & Mrs. London’s house, Brother-in-Law was sitting on an office chair at the top of a steep driveway wearing a Hello Kitty mask. But before that happened,…
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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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Scenes from a Christmas
{Papa’s house} My Le Petit Village Christmas kicked off at 6:30A.M.. Why so early you ask? Well surprisingly, it wasn’t Fifty who woke us up, tail wagging, ready for his walk and to see what Santa left him. It wasn’t The Husband, impatient and anxious to finally unwrap all of his pressies, and it wasn’t…
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{shetlands, shelties, some other stuff, and a free book}
{my little pony} ++ When I was a little girl I had a Shetland pony named Rainy Day. Rainy Day was my best friend and there isn’t a single day that goes by that I don’t think about him, so you can only imagine the level of excitement I felt when we were driving through…
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