Tag: Huffing and Puffing
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Paris {trois}
When we last left my tales of Paris, we (Mr. & Mrs. London, Gregory, and me), were on our way to the Musée d’Orsay. I would love to tell you all about an afternoon spent touring the dazzling former train station and its impressive impressionist gallery (my favorite spot in my favorite museum), but I…
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Gregory vs. The Eggs
Today is my fourth wedding anniversary and I’m about 5500 miles away from my husband. After I moved to France, I never thought that I would be doing the whole long distance thing again, but here we are; me at my mother’s house in Texas and Gregory currently at this exact moment, somewhere on the…
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the anniversary present
{babysitting at Papa’s house} Here’s the thing about The Husband; he’s wonderful. He’s sweet and cuddly, caring, kind, huge-hearted and gorgeous. Children love him, dogs love him, and men and women love him, pretty much everybody loves him. But of course he’s not perfect (not by a long shot) and today I’m going to tell…
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Santa's Little Helpers
{photo: courtesy of Kirsty} A few weeks ago, I met Kirsty (You Had Me at Bonjour, Kirsty) for dinner in Aix at a cozy place called, Hue Cocotte (we had let our husbands come along too and we all had a marvelous time… like a getting home at 2am kind of marvelous time). Well on that…
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things I learned on holiday
AYE A FUCKENMUCKENNUCKEN! This is the new word I learned while I was in Dublin. It’s the noise/ sound/ word that popped out of my mother as she plunged her hand into a sink of boiling water (It should be noted that she hadn’t intended on plunging her hand into a sink full of boiling…
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more language barrier fun
I spent a deliciously lazy Saturday afternoon on the couch, sipping tea and reading The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets’ Nest while The Husband watched Reportages on TF1 (it’s kind of like a docu-feature kind of show). I was doing an excellent job of blocking out all surround sounds when The Husband spoke and the language barrier…
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Huffing and Puffing
You know how I’m always going on about The Husband’s Gallic huffing and puffing, and how it doesn’t take much to set it off. Like how he huffs at the grocery store or when doing anything he doesn’t like or when he has to wait even the slightest amount of time for something (patience is not…
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We Made It… Finally
Seven hours after landing in Boston, and 28 hours after leaving Le Petit Village, we arrived at my Dad’s house. That’s nuts isn’t it? Dad’s not a Kiwi, we weren’t traveling to New Zealand. It should only have been a two hour car ride, but we hit a few detours on the way. The flight…
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