Thursday, November 6, 2014

On France, pies, and WHAT?

Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination. — Oscar Wilde

OMGYOUGUYS. Before the stroke of midnight hits:

We are going to France tomorrow! (Today? Time change makes things so very tricksy.) It's just for the weekend, but we are officially embarking on Stage 1 of Getting the Holiday Home In Happy Living State. So that is very exciting stuff. The small stuff should be easy done (helloooo, IKEA!), though we're also hoping to get a bed and refrigerator. GOOD TIMES!

There is currently no wifi in the pad, but WE ARE OKAY! I have scheduled some VERY-IMPORTANT* posts in my absence so MyBloWriMo will not fail. I won't be able to post them to Facebook unless we find a hotspot and I can log in lickety-split, so just check here and/or wait for the email to hit your box, and we all win!

Though nobody wins as much as these Minge Pies do. Merry Christmas from Iceland and welcome to #UnfortunateFontChoice2014

Big love and lots of hugs,



  1. I think a bed would be my top priority!

    1. Oh, it IS. I currently write this at 4:30 in the morning before we leave for the airport, and a bed is the only item of furniture I can honestly think of.

  2. Have fun, I can't wait to see some photos!

  3. I was very confused by the ad. Not because of the font size, but because £1.50 for 12 mincemeat pies sounds super shady. But then the internet explained that some mince pies are tiny, and some are chicken-pot-pie size, so now it makes more sense. THEN THE INTERNET TOLD ME EACH INGREDIENT IS AN APOSTLE. Did you know? I kid you not.