Bring me back something French!

That's right, Granny and Grampy G have decided on their family vacation for August!

Due to a work trip, we can finally afford to hit up France.  My company is sending me to Lyon for 4-5 days, so we are tacking on 5 days in Paris (please pronounce it Pair-EE) and 5 days in Nice (sound it out, readers: niece) to round out our own personal Tour de France.  And because of said work trip, this 15 day European adventure will cost us the same as it would for us to go on a 7 day cruise in the Caribbean.  

Double score.

Or as the French say:

Ooh la la!

We are beyond thrilled to walk the streets of Paris (in the sweltering August heat...) and eat and drink our way through cafes and charcuteries.  We have already decided that we will do nothing but eat cured meats, cheeses, breads and wines, maybe some escargot.  We will go to museums (before you hackle me, French experts, I know that a lot of museums will be closed in Paris in August.  I am no fool.) and to wine tastings and I will swallow my fear of heights and go to the top of the Eiffel Tower.

Then we will take the high speed rail to Lyon, where I will work and Mr. G will bebop around the old, romantic streets.

If anyone has suggestions of what my main man can don while I work in Lyon, please let us know.  

Thank you.

After exploring Lyon, we will again hop on the super fast bullet train to the South of France with the masses of the rest of the French, and we will a few days enjoying the beach and coastal European life.

Bliss, no?

From there we might scurry on up to Provence if Mr. G get's bored of the filthy rich Europeans on vacation.  We have always wanted to relax in fields of lavender.

From there we will be tired and exhausted, but it will be our wedding anniversary.  So we will head back up to ole' Paree to celebrate in the most romantic city in the world.

And then we will come back to the states and do nothing but dream about France and figure out ways we can move there.

Already packing my suitcase,

Granny

Monday Blues

If you are like the rest of the 99% of America, you hated getting up this morning, Monday, the start of the work week.  It was early.  The alarm was sounding.  And if you are in the northeast, it was raining and gray and cold.

It was miserable.

But nothing, and I mean nothing, cures your case of the Mondays like some good fiddlin'.

I triple doggie dare you to listen to the Charlie Daniel's Band sing and fiddle about the Devil in the House of the Rising Sun and NOT enjoy yourself.

Happy Monday, people.

Love,

Granny

I am a dirty, disgusting slob

If you all recall, back on New Years Eve, I actually acted my age and went out to celebrate.  There was champagne, dancing, kissing, and confetti.

Oh the confetti.

It is now mid April (wait, what?!) and I just wanted to show you what I am STILL picking out of my purse, four point five months later:

A slew of yellow confetti.  And when I flipped my purse over the garbage to shake out the little paper cut outs, more pink and purple confetti fell out of pockets I didn't even no my purse had.  A good handful of confetti fell out.

I think I need to clean out my bag more often.

Love,

Lazy-ass granny

Domestic Tips 101

Hope everyone had a lovely holiday weekend!

Back to reality today, blergh.

I thought I would start the week off by providing you with a domestic tip that will improve your life ten-fold.

Always, when cutting multiple onions (in this case, an entire bag of them), wear your ski goggles.  And try to act like you aren't jealous that you didn't come up with this idea.

(Also, always cook in your favorite sweatpants.  And try to get photographed doing it.  Thank you.)

Happy Monday, dolls!

Love,

Granny