There’s a little love triangle happenin’ at the Elysées, and by Elysées I mean Champs Elysées, and by Champs Elysées I mean the President’s Palace. Now, I’m the last person to report on anything of a political nature, but some of you might have heard some rumblings about a guy by the name of François Hollande, who ousted some guy… Read More
This morning was Mother’s Day in France. I had the sweetest little presents and cards: a necklace, which I wore boldly to church (it was very very large), a beaded ring which I wore daintily on my middle finger (it was very very small) and a bouquet of kisses from my Petit Prince. It went like this: Bonne fête petite… Read More
My beauf still has our camera. He took it two weekends ago for the tux and bow-tie affair happenin’ over at the chateau where his beauf (wife’s brother) was getting married to a very posh lady. And I’m bummed about this because the sorrel in my garden is getting pretty huge (and eaten by snails) and I am just itching to… Read More
When we drove to Provence last week, we took the road sandwiched between the Alps on one side and the Massif Central on the other (the volcano region where we went last year in Auvergne). You’ll wonder why I’m doing a post on Grenoble when we were just in Provence, but the truth is we couldn’t get so close to… Read More
I’m over at World Moms Blog today to talk about the perineum. Yup, that’s right – the perineum – and my own experience of being shuffled through the excellent French healthcare system in the quest to have perineums of steel. 7-minute perineum. Six-pack perineum. I’m joking, I’m joking. Do you even know what a perineum is? Click here to find… Read More
I don’t know if it’s the unseasonably warm weather or what, but we have had a proliferation of mosquitos. In order to not get eaten alive, we like to play a little game of squash before going to bed and sometimes (often) when we hit the target, we don’t always remove the carcass. (Lazy, and perhaps disgusting. I know). Unless… Read More
