Somebody thinks I'm going places...
Little miss witty, Allison (she'll make you chuckle), at Adventures of Kiddo and Ramona passed on the You're Going Places Award to me.
And she's right, I am going places...
The family arrives today and we're off to Marseille, Aix-En-Provence, Avignon, Arles, and Cassis in the next week (see, told you I'm going places). But the best place we'll be going is to Le Petit Village's festival this weekend. It's going to be a doozy.
(But, last night I was having a drink with the Epicerie Lady and she told me that the man who sets up the bouncy castle and bumper cars - lets call him Carny Guy - was supposed to show up yesterday and he didn't! Scandal alert! All the village is talking about it.)
Back to me going places...
In a few hours I'm headed to Marseille and I have to get Fifty prepared for his sleepover at Papa's (he has the cutest little jammies). But first I'm going to pass on You're Going Places to two ladies who I think might be going places too...
(Did you see how I just used to, two, and too in the same sentence? I'm crazy this morning!)
One Blonde Girl
Harriett Starr at Down and Out In Primrose Hill.
If you want a chuckle, have a look.
(I'm all about the chuckle today)
And thank you Allison.
P.S. Kidding of course about Fifty's jammies. But wouldn't he look adorable in jammies?