nice, france

Reasons why we love France:

1. They love old music videos with people dancing in unitards and smoke.
2. the guys think they are macho, but they aint. they are skinny little dudes
3. boobies, and i mean boobies everywhere on the beach
4. gelato.
5. our antique-trinket filled apartment
6. the language and how they say “a little”- em poo
7. hanging our clothes out to dry. this is a little strange for our american taste. Dry outside? what’s that? Why?
8. paying for your grocery sacks and grocery carts{so you return them}. Kinda of a genius idea
9. normal people digging through the trash. Its sad to watch.
10. they won’t and don’t speak english
11. nice was once Italian, no wonder they eat so much pizza here.
12. slap leather old naked ladies beach bathing with boobs that look like they have nursed hundreds of babies.

A hat that I found at a flea market.

Our apartment in Nice. The kitchen was tiny

Adam swimming out yonder

I had a tear in my eye because of my hunger pains. I could never be on the show survivor because the world would think I was a monster.

lac annecy

du borgue

photo op

point du guard, france

photo op

Lulu is now crawing and screaming all the time. It’s pretty annoying, we can’t hear each other over her screams. She also cries every time I set her down or right before she goes to bed. It’s driving me crazy. She does cry for me though, which makes me feel good. Adam will be holding her and she reaches for me and it makes my heart hurt. She is also now starting to pull herself up on stuff and stand at 8 months. She is very intropective and seems to be studying everything and everyone around her.

We both look hammered

We spotted one of Adams x-flings while eating here. I wanted to drop kick that ho

These were all my treasures from the flea market this year. It's always my highlight. Flea markets are so much better than the DI because you can rummage through treasures instead of trash. This summer was year of the babies. I have enough clothes for ten babies