Tag: wine
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Gatz turns thirty and a day
{drink me} It was 11:30, the morning after Gatz’s birthday dinner extravaganza, and I was having a perfectly lovely morning… sipping Barrys Tea, reading celebrity gossip, contemplating doing some on-line shopping and maybe my nails and not much else for the day when The Husband walked into the room… “Gatz wants to go out tonight…
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Gatz turns thirty
The Croupier isn’t the only one that turned thirty this month, Gatz rounded the corner into my decade as well (now if The Husband could hurry up and turn thirty too, maybe I won’t feel so weird). Whereas The Croupier was content with a big party in The LPV, Gatz had dreams of traveling abroad…
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France vs. U.S.A.
Since I’ve run down all the ways I think the U. S. of A. kicks the croissants out of France, it’s only fair that we turn the tables with my list of Ten Things I Like Better About France. Let’s do this. {a smidgen of the selection} 1. Wine (you aren’t really surprised by this one…
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Noël
I’ve learned something this past Christmas… you can throw around tinsel, hang stockings (which I personally monogrammed, thank you very much) pull Christmas Crackers and watch Elf until the cows come home (in French by the way which is not nearly as funny), but if people don’t have Christmas spirit, they don’t have it, so…
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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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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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oh là là, oh là là: Part 1
“I love my wine and it loves me” – Maybelline Such a weekend, it’s hard to know where to begin (Aidan, her family, and some friends descended upon Le Petit Village for two days of madness). So many happenings. So much to report. Let’s be logical and start with Friday, shall we? Aidan and her brood…
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Perfect Strangers
Here’s the thing about my French… it’s coming along.It is. I swear it is. It may not sound pretty and be 100% correct (more like 72%) but I’m speaking it. And I probably sound like Balki from Perfect Strangers, but in French, but who cares, it’s happening. Some conversations are easier than others… like when…
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the art of relaxation
After the usual horrible drive (but bonus… Fifty only threw up once) we got to French Mommy’s a little after 10pm. A double cheek kiss, a bite to eat, and straight to bed we went (driving with Fifty is a very tiresome experience). Around midnight I woke up to someone shouting, in French. French Nana…
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Honey Pizza Party
{Mr Honey working. Honey Jr not} On the last Sunday of summer The Honeys threw a pizza party. Not only do The Honeys make honey, and crazy delicious homemade alcohol, but they make pizza too. I love these guys. Because it was a few weeks ago and I wasn’t taking notes, I don’t remember what…
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