Wednesday, February 1, 2012

P-Daddy, the Charmant

Some days you just feel irritated. I know I do, so please if you are one of those people who never feels annoyed and miserable for no apparent reason, keep it to yourself.

Today's grumps may have been caused by the cold weather.
march 2010 sommieres france
I don't know if you know this about me, but I Do Not Like to be Cold. I try to be all bundled up, toasty, happy snuggly about it but it's really all a lie. I like to be warm from the sun, not a radiator.
As for the bundled up bit, I prefer a swimsuit.

Cold and grumpy and looking for someone to take it out on; that was me today.

this is how i feel when i'm cold
Luckily, P-Daddy was working from home so my irritation had somewhere to land.

Lucky too that he has broad shoulders and the right attitude for when having to wear too many layers gets me down.
As Sara says, 'Dude, he's just like Crush from Finding Nemo'. And it's true. Ya'll know it's true.

I ran him off today, back to the office where there isn't a mad, cold wife on the loose and three small children spying with walkie-talkies. I was glad when he left, thinking, 'sure, just go. do that duck and cover thing you men do so well. i'll have this warm, toasty office all to myself.'

And then I started to think about how his calm, cool state of being really irritates me more. This wasn't a good path so I took a right turn onto the one where I appreciate how different we are and vow to take a bit of that coolness for myself.

Love is mostly about choices, people.

This got me thinking about the nice things he does. Like the other morning when our heater wasn't working and he brought me coffee in bed because he knows how much I hate to wake up to the cold. Are you getting the theme here?

I also remembered a cute, funny one that I have been meaning to tell you about.

When we were on the train to Paris last month, an elderly Madame got on the train,  battling with her suitcase. Without missing a beat, P-Daddy hopped up from his cozy seat and motioning in a nice, helpful way, offered to put her case in the hold area at the end of the train car. She smiled and said thank you, oh, thank you so much. She held onto her coat and another small bag while he whisked the big one away.

When he returned she handed over the coat and carry-on sized bag with a demur smile. Of course he took them and went back to the luggage area to deposit them with the first bag. While he was gone, she arranged herself, scent and scarf settling into the space across from us. She looked over at me and with a sly smile said, 'Il est vraiment charmant.' 'He is truly charming.'

me and mr charming
Three hours later, when we arrived in Paris, P-Daddy the charming, stood to collect Madame's things. She beamed at me again, nodded and simply turned and got off the train.
She knew he was handling it. She was waiting on the platform for us when we got off and pressed two Ferrer-Rocher candies into the palm of P-Daddy's gloved hand as he delivered her luggage.

We smiled and walked away, nibbling on the yummy chocolates as we went, when another woman, a younger version of Madame, approached P-Daddy, 'Merci beaucoup for helping my mother with her things.You are very kind.' Oooo, la la! P-Daddy. Word travels fast.

I'll admit it. You are quite charmant.

Come on back. It's not as frosty around here as it was.


  1. Well that was so sweet I don't even know where to begin!
    But I will say this, charming is the perfect word. He is ever so charming in his Crush/ Wooderson way and the perfect yin to your yang.
    And to let you know, when G saw P-Daddy's phone number that I had jotted down the other day, he laughed and said that that was my 'lover's' phone number - I said "yeah, we watch Gilmore Girls together. It's awesome."
    And P.S. I know you were really cranky today because our skype connection was all jacked up x

  2. OMG, you guys are so cute, even your arguments make me smile. I'm sure P is all over living with the crazy that is Aidan, so don't you fret. I'd be more worried about Sara talking about your yang. Why has she been looking at your yang anyway? Is this a Texan thing again?

  3. Brilliant post, Aidan. Love - real love - is a many-splendored thing!

  4. Monsieur est charmant, je suis d'accord. Ah, ces Francais! ;-) Veronique (French Girl in Seattle) PS: These chocolate Madame gave Monsieur as a thank you are to die for; much better than anything that horrible Hershey brand makes [don't hate me, I'm French!]

  5. Aww man - it could be pregnancy hormones but I actually teared up a little reading this! What an incredibly sweet story. You are the only woman I know Aidan who could be so sweet and lovely when having a cranky, grumpy-poo day.

    P-Daddy is indeed tres charmant. Send him gros bisous from me - and keep some for yourself. I'll try to send some of our sunshine and heat your way. xx

  6. I get unreasonably cranky for no particular reason too. Once when it got pretty bad I went to see the doc and he said it was typical of women round here and is due to a lack of magnesium. (So 'integrated' I get local 'ailments' lol)

    So now when I get really cranky I take some Megamag and pouf! it goes away. That stuff is magic! (and legal!).

    P-Daddy sounds a sweetie, charming men are such a joy.

  7. Sara,
    If I have a yen then he's definitely the yang. And all the other Texas stuff you said. ;) You and P can watch Gilmore Girls to your heart's content next time you come over.

    You know a thing or two about Mister love. I could take lessons...

    Thanks. It's so true!

    Merci. I know. They are the best thing about Christmas as far as I'm concerned. Hershey's has some kind of oil in it that I have only been able to detect after enjoying Irish and French chocolates.

    It might be hormones....but believe me, I'm not sweet and lovely. Just ask P as he ran from me to the office!
    I'll send the kisses his way. I wish I could be down there with you guys.

    I'll try the Megamag. The French have a treatment for everything don't they? I love the pharmacies for all the potions and salves.

    Happy snow day from my little cold corner,
    aidan xo

  8. Love it! What a sweet story with the little Madame. Don't you love it when special stuff like that happens! As for the cranky, I am definitely a cranky person but the opposite of you. I like the cold and hate the heat. I am the most cranky here in July and August when it's so hot I can't stand it. That's when my husband gets blasted with all my crabbiness! Hope you are staying warm and dry. Make some hot coco. It's awesome to sip near a fire :)

  9. Oh, I like this post, so honest and straight. Your humility makes you great.

  10. I hope you're feeling less cranky now! Chocolate always helps me!!! And I hate it (not really!) when I'm feeling totally pissed off with Mr FD and he does something sweet and charming (or just practical but looking after me) to remind me why I married him!!! P-Daddy sounds the same!

  11. Ashley,
    I don't understand your cold loving ways! But I dont' like super hot either even though I'm from Texas where it gets up above 40C. Moderation, as in all things, is the key I guess. I'll go grab my cocoa now!

    Thanks for your sweetness. No one is perfect are they? Thank goodness!

    Mrs FD, I am feeling a bit better...we had a firewood delivery and now I've got that blazing...only one problem. P-Daddy is off to the States today. Now I'm super cold. :(

    bisous a tous,

  12. You *know* that I am RIGHT THERE WITH YOU...these Texas bones just HATE the cold. And the Canadian will also bring me coffee in bed so I don't have to face the cold before the radiators have warmed the house.

    But honestly, P-Daddy probably learned all of his charm from the Gilmore Girls. ;) Love him :)



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