Talk about the expression "spontaneity is the spice of life"... 24 hours ago my husband and I were walking our dog on the at Sunset Beach in Shelter Island, and now we are in Paris for the weekend! OK, that sounds overly "jet-setter-ish". Let me explain.
My husband had to come her for a quick work meeting and it happened to work out that I could go with him. No kids, no worries (well, except a little bit of guilt for leaving the family) and aside from jet lag, we are feeling pretty lucky and excited. I just opened up the french door windows and stepped outside my room to see the Eiffel Tower but had to retreat quickly in fear that I was channeling Michael Jackson (you know the moment...when he dangled his infant over the hotel bannister).
Most importantly I have been DYING to go to the Paris Flea market for so long, and now I can go and search out more inventory for PPD! If any one has any good suggestions for the flea market, please send those comments right away.
Pinch me. Or just hate me.