Paris forecast: rain, sixties during the day, forties at night.
I don't care.
First of all, I'll be in Paris.
Second of all, I love rain.
I just posted my facebook status..."kicking into high crazy."
I do this thing, every Christmas- when I'm basically finished with my shopping, I keep shopping and going to stores and "looking."
I think because I don't feel ready and I can't relax.
I'm kind of doing that thing right now.
I have my list in my purse.
I need to pick up a few things.
My list will be accomplished tomorrow.
Someone told me not to take a purse.
Or to be very careful if I do.
I've been reading about pick-pockets
and gangs that surround you and shove
and steal you blind.
I am a country bumpkin.
I live where you can walk around with your purse wide open.
If I dropped my wallet, someone would pick it up and say "ma'am, you dropped this."
They say "don't draw attention to yourself."
Don't wear white tennis shoes.
Don't even wear white socks.
So I went to Kohl's and bought these:
I bought the pink ones.
(I'm insane for them.)
Pink shoes with yellow laces shouldn't draw too much attention.
I love pink.
I love pink, purple and red.
I sound like an old lady, don't I?
(Don't answer that.)
Not certain I'll wear them in Paris.
My sister said if I want to wear pink shoes in Paris I should.
Then I had to buy the Bee a giraffe and the book:
The Bee has a giraffe and her moms take her picture with it every month.
Then I bought myself three new pair of white socks.
(Even though I'm not supposed to wear them in Paris.)
And I bought myself a new rolling suitcase.
I've never had one before.
I had to look at (and in) every rolling suitcase I could find.
Last week I went to TJMaxx and looked at suitcases for two hours but didn't buy a one of them.
Tonight I went back to Kohl's and bought the suitcase that I wanted, originally.
Tomorrow I'll finish my list.
By Sunday night I'll be packed.
Monday I go to work.
Monday night I'm working out.
I figure that is better than twiddling my thumbs- seeing how I'll be all packed and ready to go and just chomping to go to bed so I can wake up and fly off to my loved ones.
I'm a planner.
I never wait until the last minute.
Remember the scene in "As Good As It Gets" when Jack Nicholson is packing and he has all of his stuff laid out on the bed?
Everyone in the theatre was laughing and I thought "what is so funny?"
This is how I pack.
I plan my outfits for work every weekend.
And have them hanging up- ready to go.
If I didn't, I would never get to work.
I've been packing in my mind for weeks.
I don't want to take a lot so I can bring home whatever I want.
So, I will be ready.
Don't you fear.
And it will be wonderful.
Whether the weather is rain, sleet, snow, dark of night.
Because it will be rain, sleet, snow, dark of night in Paris.
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