Tag: Papa
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A Nice Stinky Day
Easter Monday, Papa’s Wife and I went to the markets in Forcalquier. The Husband wouldn’t be joining us, Papa needed him to help chop down trees in the forest. That sounds very manly, doesn’t it? And I think the fact that Papa suddenly had to chop down those trees on Easter Monday and needed The…
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I Caught A Fish This Big…
Last night, we were driving home from dinner in St Michel. The road is always dark without any lights, with thick trees on both sides, almost like you are driving through a forest (actually I think it may be a forest). We were laughing about something when suddenly… “What is that?” A huge wild boar…
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Birthday Weekend Part 2
One of the most difficult things about moving to Le Petit Village was leaving my family. I have an amazing family, love my family. And I’m not talking about just the nuclear, I love my entire family, the whole kit and kaboodle; aunts, uncles, their spouses, and dozens upon dozens of cousins. We’re tight like…
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A Not So Relaxing Evening
Papa’s Wife invited us over for dinner, she was cooking The Boyfriend’s ‘favorite’ her couscous. The Boyfriend was looking forward to the meal, I was looking forward to a nice relaxing evening that I didn’t have to prepare and clean up after. Getting ready to leave, The Boyfriend grabbed the car keys and Fifty. I…
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Spreading Holiday Cheer
Tis the season to spread holiday cheer and for my part, spreading holiday cheer means candy. But not just any candy, Baileys Truffles candy. Nothing can spread holiday cheer faster than Baileys and my heavy hand. Candy for all my favorite Le Petit Villagers; the Honey’s, Papa and his Wife, Boyfriend’s Brother, and the postman.…
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A Whole Lot of Sunday
I finally got around to having Papa’s wife over for Sunday lunch. Papa had decided that there were wild boars that needed slaying so he wasn’t able to join us, so Papa’s wife’s 88 year old mother came instead. Ok, just the ladies, no pressure. This is how the day went: 6:15 – Awake making…
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My Neglected Shoes
Living in Le Petit Village has not offered me many fabulous shoe opportunities and I’m a little peeved about that. I have a right to my shoes and just because I’ve moved from a city to a sleepy village, shouldn’t mean that I have to sacrifice that right. I have worn heels a couple of…
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I'm Just Too Much
Monday morning and my post was going to be all about the weekend in Auvergne with the Mother, but that will just have to wait for tomorrow because it’s always something and I’m an idiot. This morning started off energetically and full of promise. One of those mornings when you wake up just knowing that…
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Baby Steps
It has now been five and a half weeks since I’ve moved to Le Petit Village. Forty days to be exact. And as of today, exactly two months since my last day of work. But whose counting? And in this five and half weeks, forty days, and two months since leaving the desk I was…
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The Raclette Party & The Plonk
I should have known it was too good to be true. Free wine. HA! A couple of weeks ago when I found out that Tuesdays were pizza night in Le Petit Village, I also discovered that after purchasing four pizzas you can either have a free bottle of coke or a free bottle of wine.…
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