I'm off to Paris, biz-natches!
I'm gonna eat and drink and look good. First stop: wedding in a damn estate! My goal is to hold it down for Americans by looking amazing and trying to control my tendencies towards indecency. My amazing dress will not be helping as I look like I would steal your husband just for fun -- it looks just that good on me. Psycho Bambi decided to de-harlot it by adding statement jewelry (big!) and a pouf for my slinky shoulders. (Husband-cat thinkd I should call the pouf a shrug, but what does he know?)
Good thing the wedding is right after I arrive 'cause it will all chocolate, all the time after that. Expect my first post back to be about how hard it is for me to type now I have the body of an oompa-loompa. While I'm gallivanting, Husband-cat will be traveling with Baby Flails-a-lot to Washington DC where he will look at monuments, try to instill a sense of history in a toddler and do his best not to pass out in the Devil's heat of the East Coast.
If all goes well, I'll be back posting on August 7th. If there are explosions and recriminations (from Husband-cat, obviously) may be more like the 9th or 14th. I'm taking it as a good sign that we're all packed and it's not even midnight yet!
Have a good week!
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