Isn't my new rose bush pretty?
I love it. What I'm not loving however is all the work that is going to have to go on around that rose bush. I mean look at it. It's a jungle out there. I'm even scared to let Fifty out in it because the garden might swallow him up whole, never to be heard of again.
Inside, the new house is fairing a bit better. I'm about 90% unpacked at the moment (total guesstimate obviously) but keep getting sidetracked by things like a pig roast (an actual pig on a spit, outside roast), a trip to the market with Papa and Papa's Wife, French rugby (semi-finals are on this weekend which of course means Gatz & Co camped out at chez moi, but at least it didn't mean a trip to Toulouse as Mr. London suggested - and yes, I said Toulouse, not Toulon because that is where it's all going down), and today is La fête des Mères, as in, Mother's Day. (Here's a question for you... why oh why is Mother's Day on a different day in Ireland, France and the U.S.? Do you have any idea how confused I am?)
And since today is La fête des Mères, I'm a little short on time because I need to pop on over to Papa's and help Papa's Wife get ready to host lunch for ten people (we're having Dorado, it' gonna be G O O D ). Papa has decided to do a runner and spend the day with his hunting crew at a party because get this... he said it was OK not to be there for lunch because his wife isn't his mother, and his mother is deceased, so he doesn't need to do anything for La fête des Mères. So yeah, I'm going to go help Papa's Wife out and probably give her some hugs too.
All of this is by way of saying that I'm not really back yet, by that I mean, back to the blog. Hopefully in a few more days I can resume my regular scheduled programming with an unpacked house and a garden that doesn't threaten to swallow up dogs.
So with that, I leave you with this video clip of The Husband's favorite song of the moment which means; 1) it's the soundtrack to the daily dance he performs for me and 2) it's the song that was responsible for his podium dancing in Toulon. Enjoy and feel free to dance along (podium not required).