WHY ME? WHY NOT THE NEIGHBOURS?

I am taking Shannon’s advice and typing this out in Bean.  I hope the type is big enough.

I’m about to whine.  Back, waaaaay back, when Anne and I were first friends, everytime something negative would happen to her she would whine, “why me?  why not the neighbour?”  Its become a victimy statement that we use around here on occasion.

So I am using it....why me?  A couple of days ago my little toe and the one next to it hurt when I stretched my toes out.  Odd.  And as the couple of days passed the pain moved to the bottom of my foot right to the back.  And it freaking hurts.  I am taking naproxin (left overs from my recent misfortune) and icing it.  In three days I need to be able to walk all over Paris.  I have a feeling its due to my new runners.  Won’t be taking them.

I think I have everything under control now.  I have finished packing and basically checked everything off of my Paris list.  As I mentioned before, April convinced me to go shopping and I bought all those gorgeous fall clothes.  Wool capes, fringed sweaters, pretty warm tops to go with tights etc.   So I had the whole crapload matched up and piled on the dining room table ...all ready to organize into my massive big suitcase.  Then she texts me and tells me that its going to be 33 degrees all next week in Paris.

Now, I read about six different articles on line about what you should and should not wear walking about Paris.  And the one thing they all emphasized royally was no runners and NO SHORTS, under any condition!  Well screw them.  I don’t like being hot!  And I don’t care if I am pegged as a low class red neck tourist.

So I removed half my hot clothes and packed the remaining half in half the suitcase.  The other half I filled with my short shorts and cool tops and sandals and running shoes.  I will change for dinners, if we are near our hotel.  

Its been a busy few days.  Purchasing euros, purchasing medications, mailing death certs and Rev Can demands to Aryn, paying bills, looking after a broken legged Russian friend of Monte’s (a delightful house guest), cleaning the house for the house cleaner, Kiwanis meeting, trip odds and ends shopping blah blah blah.

I am sure I am forgetting something here but if I remember I shall do another post.  TTYL