Tag: Honey Jr
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The Birthday Weekend Part 1
I like to stretch out my birthday as long as possible, and have a birthweek because it only comes once a year (except once, I did have a 30.5 birthday party in August). So since it’s still my birthweek, I’ve decided to tell you about my weekend in two parts to help stretch it out.…
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A Very Grown Up NYE
New Years Eve at N & Honey B’s house in Avignon. N & Honey B are one of those fabulously grown up couples who make me feel like I am a teenager even though I’m a couple of years older than they are. They have a grown up house, perfectly designed and decorated. Everything bought…
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Fondue… Gooey Christmas Goodness
Before we left Le Petit Village to celebrate Christmas with French Mommy and French Nana, we had to have a little party with our Le Petit Village posse. And Honey Jr kindly offered to throw one. A fondue party! I love fondue! What’s not to love about pots of melted cheese that you dip bread…
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I Want Someone To Cook Me A Turkey
On this Thanksgiving morning I’m feeling a little hollow. Not really homesick hollow as much as tradition, family, and friend sick hollow. It’s been six years since I’ve lived in the States, so I’ve been without traditional Thanksgiving for awhile. But Thanksgiving was always my favorite holiday, none of the pressure of Christmas but all…
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Weekend Wake Up Call
We have a new neighbor. Honey Jr has moved in across the street to an apartment on top of his grandmother’s house. The Boyfriend is very excited about this. I guess the half a mile journey to the Honey’s house was just too great a distance for him and Honey Jr to endure. A typical…
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I'm Going To Have To Start Driving
Last night we did a quick round trip to Avignon with Honey Jr. to pick up our new car. I use the word ‘quick’ loosely. In my mind, quick, is driving straight there, collecting car, and driving straight back home. In the Boyfriend’s mind, quick, means driving to Cousin’s house, having a drink, everyone (Cousin,…
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Julia Child, I Need You
Cooking in France for French people feels a little intimidating. Not for the Boyfriend because I’ve tasted his cooking and he lost the right to comment. Homeboy should NEVER be allowed near a stove or an oven, or even a microwave for that matter. Actually he shouldn’t even be allowed in a kitchen (he’s only…
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