Category: My French Husband
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Why Did I Agree to His Idea of Fun?
The glue was ready, Wall measured, Tools in place, Turgot's map four rows across, five deep, stacked and waiting, French Husband came home, beamed and wanted to help. He thought it would be "fun" to do it together. Inside…
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No Song and Dance, because he is Feeling Good
I woke up this morning hoping that the tossing, turning and moaning of last night meant he wasn't feeling good… Ha! No song and dance routine of happiness here. I mean I am happy, really happy, honestly happy that he…
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The Party Pooper’s Desire Comes True
The plan was to wake up early and get a head start. I made a face as if to say, "Oh that is going to happen." In which French Husband reacted, "Don't you want to go?" "Not really…" and then…
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Can I Tell You Something You Already Know?
He said over the phone, "Can I tell you something you already know?" Nervously I said, "If it is something I forgot to do, or something bad no." He repeated his punch line, "Can I tell you something you…
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The French Husband et Moi
Photos and text: Corey Amaro The other day I found an old book, the pages were barely hanging on, I asked the dealer how much? French Husband looked at the book, looked at me, looked at the dealer and…
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Up a Tree
Our friends (Judy and Bill) invited us to their place. During brunch, they pointed out an oddity growing in one of their many pine trees. They did not know whether it was a nest of some sort or, as they…