Today our friends Vlad and Denise invited us to their home for lunch, as David and Teresa are staying with us they came too. One big happy blog family. We met through blogging awhile ago.
Now Denise and Vlad are Canadians who spend a few months out of the year in their second home is Cotignac , Denise is one fine cook, a seriously funny joke teller, a weenis rubber and a big tease to French Husband.
Today was no exception, thankfully. It is never a dull moment when with Denise and Vlad.
When we arrived Denise served smoked trout blinis and champagne.
The table was set with her crown marked knives that she found at the brocante.
Lust. Drool.
A few moments after we arrived and settled in, and after gobbling a blinis or two, I heard Denise giggling, "...Well you see," she went on, "I hung my laundry out on the terrace and my panties flew off down by the river... I am embarrassed that someone is going to find them!"
While we laughed and joked about her luck, French Husband hopped over the rail and within a few minutes came back with Denise's panties. I teased that the two of them must be up to something because he found them so quickly. Denise was ten shades of red as French Husband held her panties in the air (I never call my underwear panties do you?) asking, "Are these your missing culottes?"
Well the jokes rolled on through the day.
Dave is a master Kite maker. Later in the day he made and flew kites with French Husband and Vlad. My friend Cheryl called from Australia, as I spoke with her peels of laughter interrupted our conversation she asked what was going on, so I told her about Denise's missing panty story and the constant jokes being told. Cheryl not missing a beat added, "Did Dave make the kite with her panty?"
