Tag: Honey Jr
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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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Gatz turns thirty and a day
{drink me} It was 11:30, the morning after Gatz’s birthday dinner extravaganza, and I was having a perfectly lovely morning… sipping Barrys Tea, reading celebrity gossip, contemplating doing some on-line shopping and maybe my nails and not much else for the day when The Husband walked into the room… “Gatz wants to go out tonight…
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good friday
Want to know why my Good Friday was a good Friday? 1. It stopped raining yesterday long enough for The Husband, Honey Jr., Honey’s Honey and me to have l’apéro outside (April showers and all), even though it was kind of cold. OK, it was really freaking cold. Honey’s Honey and I were bundled up in…
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let there be snow
After a winter that never really felt like winter, (as in we had a flittering of snowfall last month and other than late, crisp autumn like weather, which does not a winter make) the snow finally arrived and in the most surprising fashion… as in I had no idea it was coming. We woke up…
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Honey Jr saves the day
{fiddling with the thingy} Last week the Mistral battered Provence something fierce. It always blows hard, but this was a different kettle of fish altogether… this mistral blew off roof tiles, howled down my chimney, and left a trembling Fifty in it’s wake. But the worst thing it did… it messed up the satellite thingy.…
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all the rest of la fête
{teeny tiny carnival} Being totally mature, I called it a night about 11pm on Brazil Day. The Husband was not so mature. He and Gatz (because of course Gatz was staying with us) bumbled in at 4am. Now here’s a question for you; do you think they came in quietly and went straight to bed? Or…
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Brazil Day
What does Brazil have to do with Le Petit Village? Nothing. Nothing is the answer. Until now. Every year like most villages in France, Le Petit Village has a weekend festival… it’s full of wholesome carnival fun, loads of ridiculously inexpensive champagne (does anyone remember the dragged through the hedges incident from last year?) and…
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