Tag: The Husband
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Psycho Killer Qu'est Que C'est
First there was the original Baby. A wee white bear that came home with Fifty on his first day in Le Petit Village. A little present to make him feel comfortable and loved. After about a month, Baby was looking pretty nasty (as you would if you spent a month coated in puppy saliva) and…
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Two Blissful Hours
The sun was shining this weekend in Le Petit Village. On Sunday, it was a warm and beautiful 72 degrees. Before moving to Le Petit Village, I lived in Dublin for six years and had a Dublin tan (a translucent blue tint). I’m anxious to get back to my former Texas shade and I think…
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Fun For The Whole Family
There is no such thing as a free lunch, even at Papa’s house. It was time to earn our keep. Some of the wild boar that Papa hunted needed to be made into pâté. Apparently, this is an activity for the whole family. Fun. I’m warning you now. If you are eating, do not read…
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Bad Moon Rising
Conversation between The Husband and I last night… The Husband, leaning over me, “You are in a bad moon?” Moi, looking up from my book, “A what?” “A bad moon“ “What the hell is a bad moon?” “You are not happy?” I had been feeling a little bit blah, but after that how could I…
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A Load of Bull
There was a word that I kept hearing over and over again in French conversations, and I had no idea what it meant. It sounded like, ‘Connery’. So they must be talking about the one and only Sean, right? But how many times could conversations The Husband was having with Papa, The Honeys, or Honey…
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A Nice Stinky Day
Easter Monday, Papa’s Wife and I went to the markets in Forcalquier. The Husband wouldn’t be joining us, Papa needed him to help chop down trees in the forest. That sounds very manly, doesn’t it? And I think the fact that Papa suddenly had to chop down those trees on Easter Monday and needed The…
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Happy As A Clam
Never understood what happy as a clam means… does anyone? Are clams happy? Doubt it. I know I’m damn happy when I’ve got clams in a sauce on some linguine but that’s because I can be a little gluttonous at times. The point is… I’m happy happy happy! Yesterday morning, I sat in the sun…
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I Love Your Blog
Since the cat is out of the bag and everyone knows what I was really doing on vacation, I’ll tell you about the days leading up to it… which can best be described as a series of unfortunate incidents. Let me elaborate… a series of unfortunate incidents are not major life altering catastrophes, nothing tragic…
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One Last Thing…
A funny thing happened on St. Patrick’s Day. I married The Boyfriend. Oh, did I forget to mention that we were getting married? Oops, my bad. That’s us getting ready to walk into the church (the same church my great grandparents got married in). I’m not too sure what the confused look on my face…
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The Rest In Cliff Notes…
The meeting of Dad and The Boyfriend… I wish there was some drama, some tension or interesting tidbit about their meeting that I could write about but there isn’t. They liked each other immediately. It was easy, a quick handshake that turned into a hug (The Boyfriend suppressed his inner Frenchness and avoided the double…
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