Category: My French Husband
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Who is the Angel Holding the Crown?
This morning French Husband had a meeting in Marseille. Before rolling out bed with 99 percent of the blankets he teasingly asked, "Want to come along for the ride? I'm taking the motorcycle?" I held up my cast and…
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French Husband Cooks
…and I never knew. …and my life will never be the same. …and either will his. …and I wonder if he bakes? …and if that man of mine starts doing "handyman jobs around the house" I…
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Looping
The other night at dinner, an enjoyable dinner, bite after bite of delicious wonder French Husband casually said he was going to sell his ULM (plane). Well, I continued to casually sip my wine but inside I was…
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Being Carried Away on Cream Sauce
Touching the flower petals attached to her dress, matching the wreath her husband had made for her, she looked her friend straight in the eye and said, "He cooks." "No, he doesn't; he boils water, cooks plain pasta with butter,…
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Tour de France: Antiquing at a Used Bicycyle Shop
Glancing back at the table making sure everything is just right: Knives on the right and forks on the left is a big challenge for someone like me, who can't raise their right hand without thinking first of "The…