Tag: Brother-In-Law
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it was a graveyard smash
It’s been years since I’ve dressed up for Halloween, seriously, years. It’s been so long that I can’t even remember my last Halloween costume (but I do remember being Madonna for like five years in a row when I was a kid… Madonna is the Halloween gift that keeps on giving). So this year when I…
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there and back again
{sugary sweetness} I suppose I can blame Brother-in-Law. After all, it was his fault that we ended up spending the night in Toulon when he told Mr. London that there was no rush in us bringing his car back (and I missed a night of desperately needed beauty sleep) and it was his Halloween party…
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it happened again
{Stade Mayol} “So RCT have a home game on Thursday…” That was the text I got from Mrs. London talking about All Saints Day (the 1st of November). All Saints day is a holiday here in France, and what better way to spend a day off than by watching Mr. London do his thing (RCT is Toulon…
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le baptême
{a fairy tale christening} I have failed you my friends. La Petite was christened and I was without a camera to capture all of The LPV goodness (and trust me, there was loads) so I will do my utmost to describe it as best as I can. By the way, me not having my camera…
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itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka dot bikinis
We didn’t actually wear itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka dot bikinis but that would have been fun. I also don’t know what that has to do with Brazil Day but it’s out there now, so there you go. Honey Jr’s and Brother-in-Law’s, Brazil Day, was held last week in a village even smaller than…
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I had some dreams there were clouds in my coffee
The title of this post has absolutely nothing to do with anything. I’ve had Carly Simon stuck in my head for days, I’m hoping this might exorcise her. ++ As I packed up our hotel room on the Sunday morning in Avignon, The Husband was watching X-Men First Class and refusing to get up and…
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like sands through the hourglass
++ This is how Papa’s father’s day present was wrapped (Rio Bravo and The Dirty Dozen DVDs if you’d like to know). Try not to be jealous of my superior artistic talents, I’m like Basquiat, Harding, and Warhol all rolled into one. ++ Every morning around 4:00, there is a cat outside my bedroom window…
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bees and then the honey
You know how we’ve had birthdays out the gazoo here in The LPV lately? Like first La Petite turned one, and then Honey Jr. had a birthday (although I didn’t blog about that one, but Fifty did buy him a bottle of Jameson), then The Croupier got her Party Rock on, and of course Gatz, with…
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party rock is in the house tonight
The Husband’s childhood sweetheart, The Croupier, turned 30 on Saturday and Le Petit Village’s town hall was filled with balloons, banners, friends, and family all for her. In France, celebrations tend to run late in the night. Like L A T E. As in the cake comes out after midnight, and in this case, 2a.m.…
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the raclette that almost wasn't
{La Petite and her Tonton} Now I realize that the holidays have passed what with the Epiphany having gone and occurred and all, but I’m not about to let you get away with not hearing about my New Year’s Eve (although it wasn’t too exciting, so no need to hold on to your hats or…
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