It's Me, Sara Louise

{La Petite and Mr. Chat courtesy of Child Bride}

++ 500. This is my five-hundredth post. I wish I had something more exciting to post than my usual random, round-up ramblings but I don’t. This is all I got. Je suis désolé.

++ 4:49AM was the time on the clock this morning when I woke up and couldn’t, no matter how hard I tried, fall back asleep. Fifty, sensing I was awake, popped over to see me, tail wagging with his bonjour sniffs and kisses. And then that woke up The Husband, and since he couldn’t fall back asleep either,  we all got up, before 5 on a Sunday morning. That’s plain dumb. I predict a nap in the near future.

++ The morning my mother was leaving, she was due to wake up at 5:15 for her 7:30 TGV to Paris. Fifty woke her up at 3, and without looking to see what time it was, she decided that it must be time to wake up, since Fifty woke her (he usually wakes up and makes the rounds at 5AM). At 3:45 when she got out of the shower and was all dressed, I got up and explained to her that while her granddog is very smart, he doesn’t actually know how to tell time.

++ While January is pretty much always the dullest of the dull (apologies to you Capricorns but you know it’s true) at least in France we have L E S  S O L D E S to see us through this horribly, depressing time. That and brand new red pants. BOO-YA.

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++ Guess what’s right around the corner? (Check your calenders kids… you should see February 4th marked as Sara Louise’s birthday… and if it’s not marked, ask yourself why it’s not and rectify that mistake immediately.) My BiRThDaY. I’m thinking Avignon (because I love it) and Châteauneuf-du-Pape (because I love wine) and friends (because I love them). My 29th is going to be fantabulous! (I can hear you snickering. Quit it.)

++ Mrs. London has had a cracking idea… besides the annual Brazil Day that Brother-in-Law and Honey Jr’s comité des fêtes throws, we think they should put on an old school Sports Day. Think wheelbarrow (I’d win that), potato sack (I’d win that too) and three-legged races (might win that, depends on who I was attached to), tug-o-war (Shotgun Mr. London and The Husband), egg and spoon (yeah, I’d probably win that one too), and all those other random events they used to make us do when we were kids (bring it!). I’d own that day. (Competitive??? Who? Me?)

++ We’re having a fondue party for Sunday lunch at Papa’s today. It’s not actually a party per se (unless Papa’s Wife is celebrating that the end of hunting season is imminent) but Papa will be there, and La Petite, and The Husband and me, and there will be gooey, melted cheese and that’s enough reason to celebrate I guess.

++ Silver Linings Playbook. Let’s discuss. Have you see it? Loved it. LOVED IT. Love Bradley (Remember that time he spoke French? Still swooning. And judging by the look on the face of the interviewer, I’m pretty sure she’s still swooning too). Love J-Law. Love this movie (I found it endearing). If you’ve seen it, what did you think? And if you haven’t, O.M.De Niro! What are you waiting for?

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