Tag: rugby
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tourner à droite numbnuts
Numbnuts. The Husband called me numbnuts on our drive to French Mommy’s house. I don’t remember why, or what I did, but it was like Mozart to my ears to hear one of my favorite words come out of The Husband’s mouth, French accent and all. But then a little later, he turned out to…
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feels like a lifetime ago
Do you see the rainbow in this photo? Me either. But trust me, it’s there. The rainbow was in the sky hovering above us as we drove to Lyon. I took it as a good omen, and it was. My anniversary weekend in Lyon was as close to perfect as perfect can be. If Paris…
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seven hours at the honey house
It was the best of days, it was the worst of days. I’m talking about yesterday. The Cousin called; he was at the Honey house with Mrs Cousin and Le Petit Cousin who is now all of three months of cuteness rolled into a onesie, and would we like to come over for a coffee?…
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the art of relaxation
After the usual horrible drive (but bonus… Fifty only threw up once) we got to French Mommy’s a little after 10pm. A double cheek kiss, a bite to eat, and straight to bed we went (driving with Fifty is a very tiresome experience). Around midnight I woke up to someone shouting, in French. French Nana…
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Honey Pizza Party
{Mr Honey working. Honey Jr not} On the last Sunday of summer The Honeys threw a pizza party. Not only do The Honeys make honey, and crazy delicious homemade alcohol, but they make pizza too. I love these guys. Because it was a few weeks ago and I wasn’t taking notes, I don’t remember what…
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Rugby… Doggy Style
The Sporting Event That Cannot Be Named may be going on in South Africa at the moment, but here in Le Petit Village, we’re in the middle of our own tournament… Doggy Rugby What’s that you say? Doggy Rugby? Two dogs vs one man in a clash… Oh hell, I don’t know what I’m talking…
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I'm It
The adorable Morgane at One + One = A French Way of Life has tagged moi in a game of blogger tag. In bloggy blog world, getting tagged and being it, means that you have to answer a few questions before tagging someone else. Seems easy enough. In my best ‘Wink Martindale’ voice, let’s play…
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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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Snow Day
I spent my childhood in upstate New York, a place where we had all four seasons to their fullest. In Spring, blossoms bloomed, Summer was hot and sticky, Fall was an actual autumn, and Winter was freaking freezing. But the one thing that made those winter months bearable was the promise of a snow day.…
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It's A Wonderful Sunday
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas… The Skippie Team (The Boyfriend, Fifty, and me) woke up to a snowy Sunday morning in Le Petit Village. Monsieur Snowman blessed us with a full five centimeters. Not a huge amount, but after living in Dublin for six years (plenty of rain, no snow) and Texas…
It's Me, Sara Louise 