Tag: The Boyfriend
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The Rest In Cliff Notes…
The meeting of Dad and The Boyfriend… I wish there was some drama, some tension or interesting tidbit about their meeting that I could write about but there isn’t. They liked each other immediately. It was easy, a quick handshake that turned into a hug (The Boyfriend suppressed his inner Frenchness and avoided the double…
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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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Are We There Yet?
me and my new Amsterdam airport friend “I feel normal here.” This was the first thing The Boyfriend said upon arriving in Amsterdam and looking around at all the tall, blonde Dutch people. The first thing I said was, “I know there’s a Starbucks here somewhere…” sidebar – The Boyfriend is actually only half French,…
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Midnight, Time To Wake Up
It started at 12am. Actually, 11:59pm. Don’t ask me why, but setting the alarm for 00:00 freaked me out, so 23:59 it was. The Boyfriend was nervous about the drive to Nice Airport. Marseille Airport is much closer to us, but our flight was out of Nice, two and a half hours away. Normally, not…
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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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They Make Curtains
As much as I love my cozy little abode with it’s large spiral staircase smack dab in the middle of the living room, I covet the house next door. It’s old, but not too old, probably about one hundred years. So not old enough to give me the heebie jeebies if I was lucky enough…
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Sunday Lunch
image: lovely-provence Traditionally in Provence, lunch, is the main meal of the day. Monday through Saturday, this doesn’t bother me, because during the work week, I can send The Boyfriend off to work with his little packed lunch (lately more pastas and salads because he’s been complaining about all the sandwiches, too American apparently. It’s…
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Leashless in Le Creepy Village
The Boyfriend takes Fifty for his last walk of the evening. I’ve got day duty, The Boyfriend has night duty. When I walk Fifty, we have three different routes out of the village that we take, just to mix it up. One, for when I’m in a hurry and just want him to do what…
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Trouble
“I’m so much in trouble with you”. This is what The Boyfriend says. What he means to say is, “You’re in so much trouble.” But no matter how many times I correct him, he still says it wrong. And I prefer it that way. It’s funnier to hear him chastise himself, saves me from doing…
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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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