Tag: Honey’s Honey
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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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birthday blowout
It’s been almost two weeks already since The Husband turned thirty and we celebrated in the most obvious fashion… with a barbecue (of course we did) at Papa’s house. {La Petite and her Papi} But it wasn’t just any old normal LPV barbecue… Aidan brought bacon wrapped jalapeños stuffed with cream cheese and some Ranch…
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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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"we've got a blogger down, I repeat, a blogger is down"
What I feared would happen, has happened. My wonderful Florence Nightingale performance with The Husband has left me with la grippe. But, France is in the middle of a flu epidemic after all, so maybe I was bound to get it. So here I am, in bed, with a cup of tea (which of course I had to…
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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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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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