A post in numbers.
1) I caught the black plague (no exaggeration, people, not even a little bit) and was incapacitated for a few days upon arriving.
2) Italian boy is leaving Paris. I am sad. Mostly horny, but sad.
3) Paris may be beautiful, but I wouldn't know because I have been stuck here as I can't drive the manual to the station yet (I am learning, slowly) and also the aforementioned black plague.
4) Kids are exhausting. My maternal instinct has been kicked, pushed, and pummeled. It may never recover.
5) I am going into the city today, because I can't stand to be here for one more minute, because I have cabin fever and I fear I will begin to eat my foot if I stay in another day sans Paris.
Humbug.
Friday, February 1, 2008
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