Tag: The Husband
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boo-lated
H A P P Y H A L L O W E E N ! Obviously, this message from Fifty is a little late thanks to a burnt out Mac charger. I was without my laptop for a few days, and when the new charger arrived a couple of days ago, Fifty was not in…
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it's all gone pete tong
What a weekend. I’d call it one big fail but I enjoyed it too much. Honey Jr and Honey’s Honey came over for dinner Friday night and I totally flubbed it. I was cooking this delicious (downright scrumptious really) recipe; Pan Roasted Chicken with Lemon Garlic & Herbs, and it called for shallots, but I…
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staying cool
You know how I said that this summer in Texas was hot, so hot in fact that the whole state just about burst into flames (this is no laughing matter, it really did), well it was, and it did. So basically The Husband did everything he could to stay cool, which meant water (I’m guessing his…
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a day at the ranch
{Texas BBQ} You would think that me being from Texas, and Papa being all about the hunting, that The Husband and I would be knee dip in camouflage, but nope, we’re not hunters. But somehow we still found ourselves at a hunting exposition in Texas (a friend was putting it on), which was kind of…
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tacos & the walmart
I had tried to prepare The Husband for the heat but I don’t think he was aware of how truly hot Texas can get, especially this summer (it was a scorcher… literally). All he wanted to do was sit in the pool all day, everyday. Fine with me, that gave me some one on one time with…
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all the rest of la fête
{teeny tiny carnival} Being totally mature, I called it a night about 11pm on Brazil Day. The Husband was not so mature. He and Gatz (because of course Gatz was staying with us) bumbled in at 4am. Now here’s a question for you; do you think they came in quietly and went straight to bed? Or…
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Brazil Day
What does Brazil have to do with Le Petit Village? Nothing. Nothing is the answer. Until now. Every year like most villages in France, Le Petit Village has a weekend festival… it’s full of wholesome carnival fun, loads of ridiculously inexpensive champagne (does anyone remember the dragged through the hedges incident from last year?) and…
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A Testament to my Texas family in France
{rEdOnKuLoUs} There I was at Aidan’s on Saturday afternoon… wondering how I ended up with a nipple cream stain on the hem of my new dress (this is the type thing that could only happen to me. I’m a big ol’ M E double S) wearing my fab new finger accessory, aka doll jeans, and…
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my date with Aidan
A couple of Fridays ago, I went out on a date with Aidan (The Husband, Honey Jr and a few others were there too, but I didn’t really care about that). I was so excited for my date with a fellow Texan, and for getting out of of Le Petit Village for the night, that…
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when I should have been at home
Remember when I told you that I went to Avignon when I wasn’t fully over the flu and probably shouldn’t have gone (OK, definitely shouldn’t have gone) but went anyway? Yes? Good. The reason I went was Gatz, aka The Husband’s hetero-life partner. Remember last summer (maybe not since last summer was a long time…
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