the way we were

{BFFs}

++ Honey Jr and Honey's Honey came over for l'apéro Thursday evening. Fifty was so excited when I told him and as soon as he heard their car driving up, he started F R E A K I N G  out. His tail was moving so fast I thought he was going to take off. 

++ Last weekend, Sarah B. and her husband were visiting from London, I haven't gotten around to posting about it yet but she has. If you would like to read about The LPV from someone who has visited and lived to tell the tale, you can do so here. 

++ I sent Gregory to pick up four items at the store. I wrote a list. I even wrote the list in French. One of the items on the list was 'céleri', which doesn't take a linguistics expert to deduce is 'celery' in English. It's even pronounced similar. Somehow he came home with a leek. One single leek. If someone could explain to me how that happened, I would really appreciate it.

++ I came across this article about Buffalo Soldiers on Slate the other day and got a little misty eyed. My grandmother's grandfather was in the 9th cavalry and reading about it made my chest puff out a little so I knew that I had to share it with somebody. That somebody happens to be you.

++ Last night Papa and I shelled peas and drank Rosé. And let me tell you, shelling two kilos of peas, gives you lots of time to bond.

++ Today I'm off to a BBQ at Kirsty's house. Aidan is coming too. It's going to be great. Sunny 31°C (that's 92!), sitting poolside sipping Rosé with nonstop English chatter... H E A V E N. At Aidan's request, I'm making my macaroni salad (tastes like America) and Aidan is making some sort of blueberry dessert for us and brownies for the kids so they don't get blueberries all over themselves. So then I told her to make enough brownies for Gregory too because I don't want him covered in blueberries either (it would happen... trust me) but then we remembered that we can just throw him in the pool, so it will be OK. But I bet he eats both anyway.  

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