French antique stocking stuffers. Small delights that are one of a kind and undeniable sweet to the eye.
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Last night French Husband announced that he was ready.
"Ready for what," I asked, "Christmas?" I poked him, "You're not ready, you haven't bought a thing."
French Husband shook his head, giving me that look that I was on the wrong track. "I am ready to take you up flying… Thursday is the day."
I gulped, "Thursday like the day after tomorrow?"
"Yes."
"Oh you mean, the Mosquito, Sting and the Chicken (I gotta give myself a new name!), Yes I am ready, nervous but ready."
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I bet you know what I am going to share about tomorrow! I won't post until late in the evening (French time) as I will be up in the air at sunrise.
Please think of us that… French Husband flies well and that I manage to take some awesome photos up above Provence.
Oh, by the way are you ready? If you want to fly up above Provence with my hunk of burning love or in this case Sting and his Mosquito, contact him the next time you're in town.
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