Tag: The Husband
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Raclette Redo
You know what’s ridiculous… what’s down right un-LPV-like? The fact that it’s the middle of January, and I have yet to blog about a single Raclette. It’s HOGWASH! It’s not that we haven’t been Racletting, because we have, loads of times. There was even a week back in late November that we Racletted three times…
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Gregory vs. The Grocery Store
Gregory doesn’t usually go to the grocery store on his own, but it’s not because of any HE MAN, ME WOMAN, reason. It’s simply because Gregory is notorious for picking up the wrong thing (even when he has a detailed list and makes one phone call home for each item on the list), or becoming…
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ringing it in
Everyone knows New Year’s Eve is a notoriously overblown holiday. That’s why the older you get, the more apt you’re to keep the night low key… it’s not because we’re old and tired, it’s because the night usually blows and we know it. But after last year’s epic New Year’s Eve meal, I had high…
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nothing of any consequence
// Life has been kicking my ass lately, K I C K I N G I T. That’s why you haven’t seen me since Sunday, I’ve been busy having my ass kicked. It kind of feels like I’m desperately trying to hold onto a boat that’s being tossed about in a storm. But, storms don’t…
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Une Histoire de Noël
“You’ll shoot your eye out”… my favorite line from one of my favorite Christmas movies; never did I ever think it would pertain to one of my Christmases, but thanks to the AK-47 BB gun that Mr.London found wrapped and waiting under the tree from Gregory, it did. While I should be counting my blessings…
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La Veille de Noël
Since my childhood Christmases belonged to New York, I grew up with a traditional winter wonderland holiday. Because of that, I never got fully accustomed to the warm Christmases of Texas or the dark, wet ones of Dublin (although it did snow buckets that one year), but I have to say, waking up to this…
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On the Eve of Christmas Eve…
… We said goodbye to our petit sapin de Noël, filled the car with Christmas goodies and headed off towards Toulon to celebrate the holiday with my cousin, Mrs.London. After spending a merry evening the night before with The Honeys, eating Rice Krispy treats (made by me) and pulling off bits of honey nougat (made…
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w t f
The ‘f’ in today’s title, could mean lots of things, like, ‘Friday’, or ‘freaky’, or ‘Freaky Friday’. It could be ‘firetruck’ (that’s the only word that starts with F and ends with K you’ll see around these parts), or it could even stand for ‘France’, as in What the France?!… an expression that I have…
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Behind the Photos X
For today’s Behind the Photos (it’s been ages since I’ve done one of these) I thought we’d travel back in time for a special Christmas edition. We’re going all the way back to 2008, a time when I had blondish hair and bangs. The setting Dublin, all of twenty-seven days after I met Gregory, when…
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a good one two
After a Sunday lunch of roast chicken and broccoli and cheese smashed potatoes (which Gregory and I decided were a most excellent way of getting children to eat their broccoli… READ: a most excellent way of getting Gregory to eat his broccoli), we scooted off to watch Honey Jr play le foot aka soccer. Like…
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