The snow is falling, Papy has switched to his fleece baseball cap, Mamie refuses to make anything other than soup... it's that time of the year... the bi-annual, tri-village lotto tournament!
Much commotion is had this year. Dozens upon dozens descend into the community hall for free crepes, dollar beers, the ugliest christmas tree I've ever seen, and *gasp* a big screen! (this is a big deal).
Melissa puts on her best beret. The excitement is palpable!
Although I come close to winning a lamb (not joking), my numbers generally suck. I resort to making pictures. This is "I love French men"? ... that can't be right.
BUT WAIT! A Christmas miracle! Mamie can barely believe it!
Mamie AND Maman won! A remote control sports car (score)! An assortment of chocolates! A gift certificate for a toaster! A lame optometry card game! Yeah! Lottos!