Monday, August 1, 2011

Attention Italian Villagers: RUN

More photos. No descriptions. What's a mom to do but come to her own logical conclusions.

Across the lake, the Italian language village lies sleeping while the French village plots.

Translation: we invade tonight

But since we are French, crudites for EVERYONE!

And les brownies!

Tomorrow I go to battle, but tonight my love, we DANCE our last tango in Paris.

Au revoir mon amour! At least we had Bemidji!

Feast before the assault
Choreography can only mean one thing: the invasion has BEGUN

The villagers rejoice!

We will wear these disguises. No one will know!

And use our cardboard axes!

But wait, are those more croissants??? I grow dizzy at the thought of them.

On second thought, let's just send them hate mail. "Your pasta is undercooked and your bread is stale"

We'd rather watch a movie in the A/C. Bonne Nuit!


Let's Find H-Man A Wife said...

Admit it already; you missed those kids.

Anonymous said...

I am laughing my tail off. I love your humor, Marie.

Anonymous said...

Love it -- so glad to have the commentary so that I know what is going on in the pictures. I never would have guessed so much invading went on...

Marie said...

It's Europe, so, you know, the tanks are rolling.


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