Tag: The Husband
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my honey
Winnie the Pooh: Christopher Robin, I think the bees S-U-S-P-E-C-T something. Christopher Robin: Perhaps they think you’re after their honey. Winnie the Pooh: Well, it may be that. You never can tell with bees. – Winnie the Pooh and the Honey Tree The Husband got to be an honorary Honey for the day. And he…
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you can't, you won't and you don't stop
W H E W ! It’s that season again here in The LPV… BBQs, BBQs, and more BBQs. Not that I’m complaining, but sometimes a BBQ during the day turns into a party at night and then I tend to end up a big ol’ M.E. double S, never being at home, neglecting a sad…
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sometimes, they get up to no good
{source} Another weekend, and another trip to Toulon. I’m talking about last weekend, not this one. Friday afternoon, The Husband and I headed down south, picked up my cousin, Mrs. London, and went to dinner. Whenever I’m in this part of France, the Côte d’Azur, on a port, surrounded by palm trees and looking out…
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bees and then the honey
You know how we’ve had birthdays out the gazoo here in The LPV lately? Like first La Petite turned one, and then Honey Jr. had a birthday (although I didn’t blog about that one, but Fifty did buy him a bottle of Jameson), then The Croupier got her Party Rock on, and of course Gatz, with…
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distr-Aix-tion
The absolute best way for me to wonder the streets (shops) of Aix-en-Provence without the dreaded huff and puff of The Husband in my ears is to keep him occupied. And what’s the best way to keep him occupied (besides food)? With his new man crush, Mr. London. We met Mr. & Mrs. London in…
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Gatz turns thirty and a day
{drink me} It was 11:30, the morning after Gatz’s birthday dinner extravaganza, and I was having a perfectly lovely morning… sipping Barrys Tea, reading celebrity gossip, contemplating doing some on-line shopping and maybe my nails and not much else for the day when The Husband walked into the room… “Gatz wants to go out tonight…
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good friday
Want to know why my Good Friday was a good Friday? 1. It stopped raining yesterday long enough for The Husband, Honey Jr., Honey’s Honey and me to have l’apéro outside (April showers and all), even though it was kind of cold. OK, it was really freaking cold. Honey’s Honey and I were bundled up in…
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hotel toulon
I’m a lucky girl. Not only do I get to live in The LPV (I love calling Le Petit Village The LPV, makes me feel like a gangsta), one of the most beautiful places on the planet, get to drink delicious wines as cheap as soda, and sample all the cheese I can stand, but…
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my green heart
{get off me} Disclaimer: this is a day late, I should have written this yesterday but I was too busy enjoying the day. Apologies. On the 17th March, 461, not yet Saint, Patrick died. Five hundred years later, people in Ireland began observing the Roman Catholic feast day of St. Patrick, but more importantly (to…
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