Category: My French Husband
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How to Fall a Sleep in the Middle of the Night
I have read and reread the comments and emails you have sent me. Thank you for your good advice, helpful services offered and for telling me to put it down and then think about publication. Thank you for encouraging me…
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The Breakfast Cooker is my Champion
Scrambled eggs never tasted so good as they did when French Husband made them this morning. When the eggs touched my taste buds I knew that this was the food of the gods. I asked, "Whatever did you do to…
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Barking up the Right Tree
The TGV was running late, and my French Husband waited for me at midnight. Greeting him, I said, "Hi, Doll Face!" Looking bewildered with his tail between his legs, French Husband said, "Why do you call me Doug Face?" "Doug…
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Flying over Provence
I am waving to you… from the mosquito! Photos and details to come when I return to earth. Ooooooooooooooooooo me-o-my!
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The Art of Driving Your Husband Mad
I want my old car back. The car that I could park anywhere because it was small and had enough dings that one more would only add to the patina. I want my old car back. The old car that…
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Sitting around the Breakfast Table
Sitting around the breakfast table making plans for the day. Which brocante to go to? How many can we squeeze into a day? Can the car hold another armoire? Who gets to sit in front seat of the…