Tag: shopping
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Me and The Husband-sur-Mer
Fuzzy wuzzy was how we awoke on Saturday morning. I have long suspected, but I now know for sure; Champagne is my kryptonite (woe is me, right?). Two glasses are fine, anything more and I turn into a big ol’ M E S S. I heard Honey Jr outside so I stuck my head…
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Happy Things
This time next week I will be on the plane en route to Marseille and back to life in Le Petit Village. I’m missing The Husband and Fifty. Ten days without my furry little angel cuddling up to me and The Husband’s huffing and puffing has left me feeling a bit vacant. To combat that…
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Back in the U.S.A.
The Boyfriend and I are venturing out of Le Petit Village and headed stateside to visit my father in the Berkshires and some friends in New York. This is The Boyfriend’s first trip to the States and I’m so excited to show him around, catch up with friends and family and spend a week surrounded…
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I Rescued The Boyfriend
Thursday evening, The Boyfriend arrived home from work sick. And I mean, sick. This wasn’t the man flu. There was no shuffling around the house and woe is me cries with a baby pout planted on his puss. This was real. The Boyfriend was as pasty as wall paint and burning up. I put him…
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Montpellier
St.Pierre Cathedral When I moved to Le Petit Village I did so full of excitement for all the traveling the Boyfriend and I would be able to do. After all, once you’re on French soil, aren’t you just a hop, skip, and jump from the rest of Europe? From Le Petit Village, I am only…
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The Best Laid Plans…
Getting my do done didn’t go as planned. But what ever really does? A horrible fact of life for a planner like me. But because I am on a positive kick at the moment (I’ve even started a gratitude journal thank you very much), it doesn’t matter that my hair did not come out as…
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Mon Panier Rouge
Like all French woman, I am the owner of my very own woven basket. You need a basket to stroll the market stalls, carefully choosing fresh produce and hot baguettes from the boulangerie before cycling home with the basket hanging from the handlebars of your bike. It’s a pretty Provencal picture. But it’s not my…
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Confessions of a Grocery Shopaholic
It’s sad to admit, but sometimes I enjoy grocery shopping, like really enjoy it. Give me a nice, clean, big, modern grocery store, and an uncrowded, off-peak time and I’m happy as a clam wondering up and down each aisle slowly perusing and comparing. Since moving to Le Petit Village, I’ve not ventured out on…
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