Tag: The Husband
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itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka dot bikinis
We didn’t actually wear itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka dot bikinis but that would have been fun. I also don’t know what that has to do with Brazil Day but it’s out there now, so there you go. Honey Jr’s and Brother-in-Law’s, Brazil Day, was held last week in a village even smaller than…
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I had some dreams there were clouds in my coffee
The title of this post has absolutely nothing to do with anything. I’ve had Carly Simon stuck in my head for days, I’m hoping this might exorcise her. ++ As I packed up our hotel room on the Sunday morning in Avignon, The Husband was watching X-Men First Class and refusing to get up and…
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birthday blowout
It’s been almost two weeks already since The Husband turned thirty and we celebrated in the most obvious fashion… with a barbecue (of course we did) at Papa’s house. {La Petite and her Papi} But it wasn’t just any old normal LPV barbecue… Aidan brought bacon wrapped jalapeños stuffed with cream cheese and some Ranch…
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like sands through the hourglass
++ This is how Papa’s father’s day present was wrapped (Rio Bravo and The Dirty Dozen DVDs if you’d like to know). Try not to be jealous of my superior artistic talents, I’m like Basquiat, Harding, and Warhol all rolled into one. ++ Every morning around 4:00, there is a cat outside my bedroom window…
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recipe for a bbq
How to have a successful BBQ in The LPV in eight easy steps: Step 1: take one, shirtless Honey Jr. on a warm, sunny day Step 2: grill an assortment of meats like; Merguez, Andouillette, Chipolata, and Toulouse sausages Step 3: try not to gag when looking at or smelling the Andouillette Step 4: add lots of…
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welcome to the jungle
++ The Husband spent Saturday with a giant weed wacker clearing a path into the garden as he whacked along. It’s nowhere near finished yet but at least we can actually see what’s what now. For example, we have a wine barrel. Why is there a wine barrel in my back garden? I have no…
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le porcelet
Here’s a little story about a not so fun time had by yours truly, because it’s not always all sunshine and lollipops here in The LPV you know. Picture this… I was in the car with The Husband and Gatz, headed down to Toulon, a tad cranky about not moving (yeah, it was that trip)…
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slowly but surely
Isn’t my new rose bush pretty? I love it. What I’m not loving however is all the work that is going to have to go on around that rose bush. I mean look at it. It’s a jungle out there. I’m even scared to let Fifty out in it because the garden might swallow him…
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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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you had me at bonjour
{source: you had me at bonjour} “Kirsty, do you want to bed with me?“ This is what my friend Kirsty thought The Husband said to her while we were having lunch last weekend. Understandably, she almost spit out her Rosé. What The Husband actually said was, “Kirsty do you want to bet with me” (as…
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