++ That's Fifty's nemesis sitting on the window ledge all high and mighty. I'm not a fan either, but I do admire his balance.
++ Brazil Day was on Wednesday. I'm sure you're thinking... wait a second, wasn't Brazil Day a month ago... and you'd be right, it was, but that last Brazil Day wasn't in The LPV, it was in The IBTWV. This one was back in the original Le Petit Village and not only were all of your favorite villagers there (Brother-in-Law, Child Bride, Honey Jr... ) but Mr. & Mrs London drove up from Toulon. It was so good I could sleep for days. And so good that The Husband broke his toe. That's right, broke his toe. It's not a party until someone suffers an injury. That's what I always say.
++ You've probably noticed that even though I outed The Husband and told you that his name is Gregory, I've gone back to writing, 'The Husband'. But I'm not necessarily going to do that all the time. Sometimes I like typing The Husband, and sometimes I like typing, Gregory. I'm fickle like that. Please bare with me.
++ Fifty has had the best week of his life. Not only did he learn how to swim last weekend, but this week he has been driven around in Mrs. London's convertible (riding shotgun no less), and got to cuddle up and take a nap with Honey's Honey. Life has been good for our furry friend, but it could have been even better...
++ Last Sunday morning at Aidan's house, I woke up to a loud bang. Clementine had burst through the guest bedroom door to breakout Fifty. Before I could get out of bed, the two of them ran out (with Fifty giving me a sad look that I'm pretty sure was a goodbye) and sprinted upstairs. I scrambled out of bed and caught up to them just as they reached the terrace. I think they were planning on jumping off of it and making a break for ol' Mexico (err... I mean Spain).
++ Thanks to receiving the most tattered copy of it ever from Mrs. London, I'm finally about to start reading Fifty Shades of Grey and finding out what all of the naughty fuss is about.
So have you read it?
Should I be fussed?