Tag: The Husband
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language lessons
In my last French class, I learned all about la réciprocité (example; Nicolas Sarkozy déteste Ségolène Royal. Ségolène Royal déteste Nicolas Sarkozy. Nicolas et Ségolène se detestent). Interesting, no? Sure. But let’s take a look at what The Husband is listening to on his English language lesson CD: (Please note: This is an advanced English CD…
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if you want to know…
…how I spent my birthday, it went like this: I woke up at my usual before dawn hour (I’m an early bird, never have got that worm though) and my mother skyped me from Texas to sing happy birthday. She has sung happy birthday to me on the phone every year for as long as I can…
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la guerre des étoiles
(This post is brought to you in part by Aidan and Samantha, who through comments on this post, reminded me of what a total weirdo The Husband is). Some of the fun of being married (or dating or involved with or what have you) to someone who is from someplace far away from where you’re…
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things I learned on holiday
AYE A FUCKENMUCKENNUCKEN! This is the new word I learned while I was in Dublin. It’s the noise/ sound/ word that popped out of my mother as she plunged her hand into a sink of boiling water (It should be noted that she hadn’t intended on plunging her hand into a sink full of boiling…
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A Christmas Eve Miracle
The holiday adrenaline has left me and even though I feel like a little fat slug, I’m still going to tell you all about my week. Let’s see… where to start… how about with Dublin’s insane snowfall? The most snow they’ve had for many, many years (too lazy to look it up, but trust me, it…
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It's A Cheese Cheese Cheese World
I’m talking about cheese again. But it’s not my fault. I live in a country with about 400 cheeses. We’re all about the cheese here. This is what happened… Friday morning we awoke to a snowy icy village. Too much snow and ice for The Husband to drive to work (the roads in and out of…
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Sunday is Cheeseday
Just as last Sunday I was stuffing myself with the wonderful gooey goodness of the Raclette, yesterday we indulged in cheese again, but this time in the form of the Fondue. Clermont was playing Leinster in Rugby. And since The Husband’s home team was playing my Dublin team we had to do something. Melting cheese…
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Princess for the Day
{ho ho ho} It started with this chocolate Santa. The Husband came home from the épicerie with it for me. So very sweet, but oh how I’d love him so much more if he was made of cheese instead (the chocolate Santa, not The Husband). And that brings up an important question; why are there no…
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more language barrier fun
I spent a deliciously lazy Saturday afternoon on the couch, sipping tea and reading The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets’ Nest while The Husband watched Reportages on TF1 (it’s kind of like a docu-feature kind of show). I was doing an excellent job of blocking out all surround sounds when The Husband spoke and the language barrier…
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