Tag: The Husband
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And Starring as Florence Nightingale
{before sunrise} I’m pretty much in a state of suspended animation over here. See, that’s what happens when The Husband gets sick. All else stops. I wanted to write all about Honey B’s big birthday surprise last weekend, but no, I can’t. I can’t think about anything other than The Husband and his flu. It’s…
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Oh, is it Valentine's Day?
I’m a little grouchy. Today is not Valentine’s Day in my house. The Husband is working late tonight so we’ve postponed Valentine’s Day to Friday, which I actually like, because Friday beats the crumpets out of Tuesday hands down, but still, it’s all a little blah over here. And, I wanted to write a post…
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the debacle
Here’s the thing… I like to stretch out my birthday for as long as possible (you’re totally surprised by this, aren’t you?), and this year, the bajiggityness of living in Le Petit Village made this very easy for me. You know how my actual birthday was last Saturday? Well my original celebration plans went like…
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the gorgonzola incident
{gorgonzola} true story. I heart gorgonzola, I heart it hard (p.s I love Italian wine too… don’t tell Le Villagers that). And last Friday, while doing some grocery shopping with The Husband, I came across a scrumptious hunk of gorgonzola. I picked it up, looked at The Husband and declared,”I have the most perfect recipe…
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St. Sara
{Van Gogh liked Gypsies too} Let’s talk about Gypsies. They’re so in these days what with My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding on television and the movie Knuckle (think Brad Pitt in Snatch but not nearly as cute), and even I’ve talked about them some like this time, and this one, and here too what with The…
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my favorite Christmas ornament…
… (besides my ceramic, miniature red Starbucks cup) is this Guinness t-shirt beermat and I’m going to tell you why… it commemorates one of my favorite weekends of all time. It started on a Friday. I had taken a half day at work and as I left, I picked up some lunch and headed over to…
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tidbits
{hibernation is imminent} Please enjoy these recent tidbits from my life…………………………………………………………………………………………………………You know how they tell you how dangerous texting can be? Like don’t text while driving and, don’t text while walking. Well it’s true. Do. Not. Text. While. Walking. Last week in Dublin, I bit it. I bit it hard. I was texting my uncle…
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pints, pints, and more pints
{the perfect pint} Behold.. the most perfect pint in the history of pints.. poured at Mulligans (where my grandparents used to drink). This is where you get the best pint in Dublin. And if it’s the best pint in Dublin then it has to be the best pint in the world. So there you go.…………………………………………………………………………………………………………
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Food Whore: The Origin
You know how I’m always going on about The Husband’s insatiable appetite for food (usually for icky things like raw beef, tongue, and brains) and refer to him as Food Whore like here, here, here, and here? Well, here’s my little food whore at the beginning… {evidential proof} … two years old, clutching a croissant…
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