Tag: Honey Jr
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help me peeps (you're my only hope)
We’re going to a Halloween party. Brother-in-Law and his fiance (that’s right, Brother-in-Law is getting married too… must be something in the water here) are having a Halloween party.(Oh, and 18 year old fiance will henceforth be known as Child Bride). They had one last year but we didn’t go. I had only been here a…
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Instant BBQ
The story according to The Husband; Gatz phoned him and said that he would like to have a BBQ, but at our house. The Husband loved this idea. Gatz was buying all the meat, so that would mean all that we would have to do was turn on the grill, cook the meat, and voila,…
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Get The Heck Out Of Dodge
{no parking} Sunday was the annual flea market in Le Petit Village. Stalls lined the streets and at 7am, on my walk with Fifty, I saw the beginning arrival of the brocante lovers. (A 7am Sunday arrival into Le Petit Village is hardcore, it’s not like Le Petit Village is ‘in the neighborhood’. We’re kind…
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Shopping In Aix
Next Friday, The Cousin is marrying his lady who will thenceforth be known as Mrs. Cousin. In honor of the blessed event (and me getting to rock some serious shoes) a new purse is needed, as well as a new shirt for The Husband (much less important obviously). And it turned out that The Husband’s…
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Weekend Festival & Festivities
Quite the weekend of festivities in Le Petit Village. Every villager came out for the festival. Like this guy… He’s all sleepy and cuddled up. I’m digging his necklace. The festival was put on to display local artisan works. My favorite lavender honey farmers had a stand setup in front of Grandma Honey’s house. (she…
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Boo-Boo
Remember that random moving injury I got? What seemed like an innocent enough cut on my shin has grown angry, red and swollen over the past few days. It’s hot and throbbing, and I can’t jog. It’s making me miserable. All the antiseptic and iodine in the world is not making it any better so…
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I'm Too Old For This
It was Brother-In-Law’s birthday over the weekend and guess what he wanted to do… Dinner in Avignon? Nope. Nightclub in Aix en Provence? Nope. Party in the woods, outside Le Petit Village? Yep. Um, OK. Do I have to go? Yep. I don’t really have much to say about being at a party in the…
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Kitchen Closed, Bar Open
How hard is it to get a meal on a Friday night? Friday nights, I don’t really like to cook. Not sure why, just don’t. The Husband usually takes pity on me and we go out. But last Friday, France was playing Uruguay in the World Cup, and even though The Husband is a rugby…
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New Home Hunting Take 3
I have been defeated. OK, not defeated per se, but I am giving up, for now. Between my 17 days in Dublin, limited French skills, and guests arriving this summer, we (I) couldn’t wait around to find a house that we (I) love. They do things much slower here and I feared it would be…
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Sunday Lunch
image: lovely-provence Traditionally in Provence, lunch, is the main meal of the day. Monday through Saturday, this doesn’t bother me, because during the work week, I can send The Boyfriend off to work with his little packed lunch (lately more pastas and salads because he’s been complaining about all the sandwiches, too American apparently. It’s…
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