God shoot me, do not deny your mouth what you grant your butt. —Pierre Desproges
We are on our way to Paris today. It has been nearly two years since our last trip. Two years and a lifetime.
I haven’t felt myself much lately. I certainly haven’t had any inspiration to write. My six faithful readers might remember that I just posted on my blog in November but, nay, that wasn’t me. I was influenced by a sleep aid that causes hypnosis. So my alter ego did that posting. I wasn’t too upset with “her”. I was; however, surprised when the champagne bronze kitchen faucet arrived in the mail two weeks later. “She” had apparently done a little cyber shopping the same night. And I say, “Damn. Alter-Ego Girl got some shopping game!”
I (we?) noted in my last blog post that I took a test that said I had an Icelandic personality. I took a different test hence that revealed my character is most suitable to the Stone Age. I’m presently very afraid. Are there other Icelandic Stone Age people out there or am I the last of my kind—a would-be Black Rhino?
I left a note for my sister, Dorothy, who will be dog-sitting for us while we are away [Note to Editor: Insert Wizard of Oz pun here]. It went something like this:
- DO NOT let Devil on the couch (unless he has his blankey)
- DO NOT let Devil sleep with you (except in the morning when he will need some snuggle time and also have his eye boogers rubbed out)
- Walk him if you have time; if you don’t he gets restless.
- DO NOT allow Devil to become restless.
- He might need his anal glands cleaned.
It’s weird I haven’t heard from Dorothy and we’ll be boarding any minute.
Our construction project at the Casa wrapped up last month—why that only took twice as long as it should have. Our contractor remains alive. Our Town of Carefree is once again carefree.
I have been keeping a list of things to do in Paris for the past two years. I gather these tips from other blogs, social media and reading that I’ve been doing. My list is about 30 items long and a good 20 of them are bars which is excellent news as three Pierman Sisters are joining us in March. For sure we’ll be seeing this guy (he’s my spirit animal):
Thanks for tagging along with me this trip. I will try to be inspired to write by Ma Belle Paris. And I hope to sleep naturally (though the sleep aid has been packed so that might be super fun for all). At any rate, “we” will be blogging soon.
À la prochaine!