Tag: Mrs. London
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let me tell you about my morning
{Mrs.London’s, Napoleon, in Fifty’s superhero hand-me-downs} Yesterday morning that is. It started at 5:30. I was awake and felt refreshed so I thought, OK, I guess I just go ahead and get up. As walked into the kitchen I spotted an empty juice carton on the counter. Unhappy thoughts started racing through my mind. Unhappy…
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Blame it on Rio
If you’re confused by that photo above, trust me, I understand. It’s two guys; one in some sort of a tutu and one in a fuzzy pink vest (under the fuzzy pink vest was a gold lame bikini top that I was more than a little jealous of by the way) and they are playing…
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lickity split
++ That’s Fifty’s nemesis sitting on the window ledge all high and mighty. I’m not a fan either, but I do admire his balance. ++ Brazil Day was on Wednesday. I’m sure you’re thinking… wait a second, wasn’t Brazil Day a month ago… and you’d be right, it was, but that last Brazil Day wasn’t…
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one does tend to waffle on
{saved} ++ Remember when I didn’t bring my camera to La Petite’s Baptême? Well looky here, I managed to score this one photo. For the record, neither I, nor Papa’s Wife have any idea what the thing on La Petite’s head was all about. That was all Child Bride ++ Friday night I had a…
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while we should have been packing
{source} Hi kids, remember me? Here I am, typing away at Papa’s house because the internet won’t be setup at the new chez moi for another week. That’s right, I’m already at my new house in the new Le Petit Village, and while I’m knee deep in unpacking, I thought I’d take a breath and…
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sometimes, they get up to no good
{source} Another weekend, and another trip to Toulon. I’m talking about last weekend, not this one. Friday afternoon, The Husband and I headed down south, picked up my cousin, Mrs. London, and went to dinner. Whenever I’m in this part of France, the Côte d’Azur, on a port, surrounded by palm trees and looking out…
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distr-Aix-tion
The absolute best way for me to wonder the streets (shops) of Aix-en-Provence without the dreaded huff and puff of The Husband in my ears is to keep him occupied. And what’s the best way to keep him occupied (besides food)? With his new man crush, Mr. London. We met Mr. & Mrs. London in…
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it's what's been happening
+ Fifty has a new girlfriend. She comes around every morning to give him kisses. It’s pretty cute. But whereas Vicky always came to the front door, this little one sneaks around to the back. + I made spaghetti and bacon meatballs for dinner the other night. Now don’t get too excited, they aren’t meatballs…
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hotel toulon
I’m a lucky girl. Not only do I get to live in The LPV (I love calling Le Petit Village The LPV, makes me feel like a gangsta), one of the most beautiful places on the planet, get to drink delicious wines as cheap as soda, and sample all the cheese I can stand, but…
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