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Saturday, July 04, 2009 :::

It puts the lotion on its skin...

I'm not even going to play coy anymore. I'm in Provence. That's in France. Today I saw many things. For instance, I saw that I was still fat looking at certain angles:

I also saw that the the Romans were pretty good with architecture and aqueducture and stuff. This is called Pont du Gard. It's only smaller than the colosseum by six measly feet:

And I saw nature in the form of rocks, water, and land, which I suppose is nothing new yet still always exciting. These are called the Cascades of something or other. People are all crazy and do flippy cliff dives and other acts of derring-do:

But just as exciting, I had lunch with Brooke Smith and Saffron Burrows today in a little French town called Uzes. You may know Brooke from such films as The Silence of the Lambs, AKA Brooke "It puts the lotion on its skin" Smith:

And you might know Saffron Burrows from being all hot and stuff in that Bank Job movie:

And when I say I had lunch with them, I mean that I sat a couple tables away from them and snapped photos of them all creepy-stalker-paparazzi style, which honestly is just as good as sharing a meal with them, obviously.

But for real, how awesome of a celebrity sighting is seeing Catherine Martin, the girl at the bottom of Buffalo Bill's well? It almost makes you want to start singing some Tom Petty, doesn't it?

Anyway, greetings from France.

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Dude...can I have your life? You travel to a different country ever other week! I'm a grad student, I have lots of free time I would be a great travel companion.

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L. Britt, at 3:54 PM

I take about two vacations a year lately. I just like to trump it up a bit online.

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dan, at 1:11 AM

"Buffalo Bill" is the name of the serial killer with the poodle puppy? havn't seen that lately. However, recognized "it" right away from your papparazzi shots. Your pictures are beautiful. I'm always trying to spot your lover, but you're so careful to post ones of yourself only. dang. give it up.

Because we wanted to kill her when she was two, we refer to our older daughter as "it" and just recently told "it" why. She's now old enough to think that's funny. As in, "It needs to empty the diswasher before it can go to its softball game."

-toddbee

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Anonymous, at 8:49 AM

Make sure you get some Puyricard chocolate. It is only made in Provence (in the tiny village of Puyricard) and is the best I have ever had. There is a shop for it on the main drag in Aix and they take American Express.

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Noelle, at 9:05 AM

In your first photo, I feel like you were trying to casually place yourself so that sunflowers covered you like a fig leaf. Does this mean we'll be getting a sculpted David-esque photoshopped picture of Dan? A blog reader can dream...

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Radha, at 10:03 AM

You are not wearing your holiday t-shirt in any photo?

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Anonymous, at 4:34 AM

I purposely didn't even bring that shirt this time. I was mortified to have such a predictable wardrobe.

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dan, at 5:55 PM

That is so awesome! I don't think I would've even recognized her, but that photo you snagged of her with her head craned back looking mildly annoyed and appropriately heavy-set brings me right back to that clawed-up well! And I'm obviously talking about the SotLambs chick--the other one, I have no clue.
And if you haven't already rediscovered it, do yourself a favor and find the song that Buffalo Bill dances to with his dick tucked btwn his legs--it's called 'Goodbye Horses' by Garvey. It's actually a really good song, and it makes me feel strangely perverse bc of context which is an added bonus. By the way, I'm in the Cote d'Azur on holiday (in Cannes)--Quelle belle vie, non?

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Anonymous, at 1:14 PM

Um, hello, Deep Blue Sea?!

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Bewareoftheblog, at 2:12 PM

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