Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Honey Jr saves the day

{fiddling with the thingy}

Last week the Mistral battered Provence something fierce. It always blows hard, but this was a different kettle of fish altogether... this mistral blew off roof tiles, howled down my chimney, and left a trembling Fifty in it's wake.

But the worst thing it did... it messed up the satellite thingy. The satellite thingy that gives me CNN and BBC. Not cool mistral.

There was only one way to fix it, someone would have to get up on the roof and fiddle with it. And that someone would have to be lil' Honey Jr because do we really want 100+ kg of The Husband clomping around on the roof? No, we don't (and it's not like Honey Jr had a choice, The Husband basically chucked him up there). But you know what? Lil' Honey Jr got the thingy fixed. I'm watching BBC world news as I type (it's so boring this morning... eurocrisis... blah blah blah... snore... I'm typing and sleeping, typing and sleeping).

But besides saving the satellite thingy, Honey Jr saved me and Fifty too...

A couple of weeks ago I was headed out for a morning jog (French women may not get fat but women who move here do, so jog I must). I decided to treat myself to a Fifty free jog so I kissed him goodbye and locked up. That's when I realized I didn't have a pocket for my key... where to put it, where to put it... oh, I'll put it on the tire of the car. Great idea... until I turned away and heard a clankety clank clank noise (clankety clank noises are rarely good).

There was a growing pit in my stomach as I approached the car. I reached for the key on the tire and felt nothing but rubber. And then I screamed my favorite French word.

I got down on the ground and felt all around... no key. I got under the car and felt all around... no key. I reach my hand into parts of the car under the car... no key. And again, I screamed my favorite French word while Fifty looked at me from the window.

I called The Husband. Now I wasn't entirely sure how he would be able to help since he was nowhere near Le Petit Village, but it's just something you do, isn't? You call someone to make you feel better about your stupidity. But do you think he made me feel better? No he didn't. He panicked, got flustered, and yelled my favorite French word (The Husband is so not good in a crisis).

And Fifty continued to stare from the window.

There was one thing left to do... get Honey Jr.

I knocked on his door and told him of my stupidity. He slipped his espadrilles on, strolled over to the car as cool as cool could be, handed me the apple he had been munching on, slid under the car, felt around for a second (seriously, like a second!), said, "voila" and handed me the keys.

And then I said my favorite French word again, 

because I felt like an idiot.
 

21 comments:

  1. Haha! I mean, I'm glad he found your key.

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  2. I need Honey Jr here too. My Sky satellite dish that gives me the BBCs and ITVs has been blown off its required angle and it'll cost me €100 to get a chap to do it with a machine. I'm going to try and do it without a machine but with a boy instead. What could go wrong?!

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  3. I'm glad you conquered the foreboding clankety clank noise! Well done, Honey Jr.

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  4. This was so funny! Especially Fifty watching from the window. How often our dogs must witness our crazy, panicked, possibly humorous (to them) behaviors. hah! Glad Honey Jr. saved the day!!

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  5. i hate when that ish happens! i lose my key EVERY time i go running. it's usually on the walk from the car into the house... i drop it (straight down) but somehow it flies 10 feet away into the grass and i spend 30 minutes on my lawn trying to find it. AWESOME. kudos for the run though...

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  6. ok, a Jax ditz moment...I thought that Voila! would make a very nice name for a little girl one day. Sigh...

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  7. Why bother locking the door at all? Surely les gendarmes caught that gang of burglars prowling around? Glad Honey Jr could save the day. But a tad disappointed in no shirtless pic. Le sigh...

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  8. This is definitely something I would do, except my French word might be American, because I don't know any good French words. By the way, what IS your favorite French word? lol And also, "a different kettle of fish" sounds JUST LIKE something my (Irish) grandmother would say. Love it!

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  9. One of our Breton friends told us the Mistral was too strong for sailing in the south, but tearing off roof tiles and a scared Fifty? That is a mighty wind!

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  10. Oh man, I am always worried about locking myself out of the house while Doc is at work, and having to sheepishly use horrible french to my neighbor Loulou, who happens to be our landlord's uncle. Yeah for Honey Jr.!

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  11. I also always leave my key there and have a moment of panic when I can't find it.

    Plus if I can't do/find something and say I can't and I tell someone about it, they come along and fix it themselves! grrr darn the ways of the world!

    xxx

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  12. Merde, oui? Was reading about le mistral as it applies to vines in my "wino" reading for exams this Sunday & thought of you. xo

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  13. he's good in a tight spot that honey jr.
    p*t*i*!!
    a xo

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  14. Ahh! it all worked out! that's the worst feeling when you might be locked out for an unknown amount of time and primetime for saying a great french word ;)

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  15. Amazing!

    Once I lost the car keys under the driver's seat and couldn't find them for 3 hours.

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  16. I swear keys walk. I lost a whole set of house key, and car keys after a trip. I left my set of keys at home and we brought hubby's on the trip. I know I left them on the kitchen counter but when we returned no keys...never seen again.

    Very glad that yours was found by Honey Jr. Thank goodness for Honey Jr! A hero!!

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  17. Sara, I get such a delight out of reading your posts, I've decided to post a link to this one on this week's Friday Features.

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  18. What an awesome story!! I seriously leave my ish laying around so often I'm surprised this hasn't happened to me more.

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  19. oh sure, voila, he says. i'd be shouting my favorite french word too if that happened to me.

    haha that's pretty good - french women may not get fat but women who move there do — not fair! what about all that vin rouge? ;-)

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  20. I love Honey Jr.! If I didn't already have a French man I'd totally be putting the moves on him.

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