// Life has been kicking my ass lately, K I C K I N G I T. That's why you haven't seen me since Sunday, I've been busy having my ass kicked. It kind of feels like I'm desperately trying to hold onto a boat that's being tossed about in a storm. But, storms don't last forever. Eventually this will all even out and I'll be back to my regular scheduled program, in the meantime, please bear with me.
// On Stephen's Day/ Boxing Day/ Day after Christmas/ or what have you, Gregory was ill. He was pasty and tossing his cookies all over the place, it was a sad, sad sight. Lucky for him, he had Mr.London tending to his sick self; bringing him medicine, and dry toast, and fretting. Watching Mr.London tend to his sick besty really was quite adorable #bumdersforlife
// I keep looking at Fifty and thinking, "this poor little guy has no idea what is about to happen"... a ninety minute flight to Paris followed by a ten hour flight to Houston, and then stepping out into a whole new world... oh boy! He is going to F R E A K the F out. (P.S. if any of you have any advice on flying with a pet, please let me know.)
// I was talking to my sister yesterday (she lives in the Berkshire town that Gregory and I will be moving to), she was telling me that her cat is sick and when she took her to the vet, the vet wasn't positive what was wrong. The vet turned to my sister and said, "Have you talked to the Animal Communicator?" THE ANIMAL COMMUNICATOR. I am moving to a place where vets recommend your animals talk on the phone to somebody to tell them what's bothering them. OH WOW. It's like Northern Exposure except in Massachusetts instead of Alaska (Massachusetts is cold enough thank you very much). Obviously, with things like a 'animal communicator' being the norm, I'll have plenty to blog about. Thank you Blog Gods.
// I'm worried about the weather. With the exception of a cold snap back in November, it's been a pretty mild winter so I'm sure that sometime in mid-February, the temperature will probably drop to about -23976 ° C.
// I know I shouldn't be complaining about a mild winter what with the polar vortex going on and all, even the name sounds scary. Poor Gregory has been tracking the temps in the Berkshires and he's more than a little frightened for next winter. Looks like Le Petit Marseillais is going to have to put his big boy pants on and toughen up.
// I'm one of the few people that was over the moon when Charlie Hunnam got the part as Christian Grey in Fifty Shades of Grey (you may recall this overly enthusiastic facebook post), and as much as I think Jamie Dornan is a cutie patootie, my heart just isn't into it anymore. I might even sit this one out. There I said it.
// Speaking of Facebook, just in case you didn't see my post, dear Ruby passed away last month. He had gotten so old and arthritic that unfortunately it was time. Papa's house isn't the same without him, it feels cold and empty. I miss Ruby something fierce, but now I like to picture him haughtily floating on a cloud while sipping Montrachet and passing judgement on all of us paupers down below (Ruby was a tad snooty).
// The end of 2013 brought me the greatest gift... an iphone. Yes ladies and gentleman, I feel like I can finally come out of the blogger closet because I've been smartphoned. And less than a month in and I'm already addicted to instagram... @cestmoisaralouise if you're interested.
// Even though it's already January 9th , I still have to tell you about NYE in The LPV, so you know, stay tuned.