He scored. Lucky. French Husband came home with  an abandon 1800s engraving in hand. "Where!?" I squeeled. "On the side of the dumpster," smiling ear to ear he added, "Do you like it?" Oh I like to think I…

  Brocante joy. Really. Truly. It was one of the best this Sunday. Though you might not think so by this photo. French Husband looks baffled, bewildered, bothered…bugged. But no, honestly the photo is deceiving, he is hiding his brocante joy.…

      He said he wanted to take it all off. I prefer his hair long. He said he wanted to shave it. I told him if he shaved it I would hate it. Period. A compromise. Oh God.…

Why am I telling you or should I say showing you where French Husband proposed to me? The last time we were in Paris we drove by were we use to live to show Alice. At that same moment, as…

 (The Man and his new shoes.) A tad over two hours away from where we live is San Remo, Italy. Since our friend's daughter Alice is staying with us we thought we would go there to have pizza. Alice giggled,…