Category: My French Husband
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Flower Child
Children love French Husband wherever we go. They follow him, tag along, invite him to play, grab his hand…. It is endearing to watch. This little girl in a countryside village by Yangshuo was…
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Neramit, A Cut Above
French Husband hates to shop. Fortunately for him I do not share his passion. That is not to say I love shopping. But shopping for others, or for business is something I enjoy. My mother has said many times…
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Socks with Sandals…. Why Confucius?
French Husband informed me that we are taking one suitcase for our trip to China. One as in, one dinky shared suitcase. I informed him that we were not on a motorcycle. He held up one finger. He…
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Dusting a Go-Go
Marie-Noelle, my French friend who I met while blogging years ago, sent me this old TV commercial about dusting. French Husband look out, here I come, ready or not! But then again, after watching the above video……
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Old Fashion Ploy
A nineteen century feather duster once danced through the parlour in the hand of maiden wearing a white pinafore and thick black stockings. Then there is me, with an old sock in hand and jeans. Dusting is dusting, only…
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Insanely Cool Lunch with a Goober
An insanely cool lunch was had at one of my favorite restaurants. Where the sea laps the plates. Where one dares to drink red even though…