Bloglanders, how have you been?

1. I’m such a terrible girlfriend. I was unavailable for Valentine’s and eloped to Paris with another woman, then had a dream of wearing of gold leather hotpants. Now I’m back; broke and exhausted, and I didn’t buy any hotpants.

2. Bloglanders, my little stay in Paris with Charlie was good, and somewhat shifted my vision of my capital city. If I explain how it’ll sound like a cliché so I won’t. However, I still had the impression of being in a country whose language I speak with no accent, but whose popular culture is now foreign to me. Or the other way round.

3. Charlie is trying to be pregnant, and although her body is telling her one thing, Clearblue tells her another: nope. Therefore one night we went to the Louvre and looked at the Annunciation paintings, when angels were the Clearblue tests of yesteryear; except you didn’t have to pee on them at all! But there are only so many Virgin and babies you can take, so after a few dozen we left and had rare steak, chips and Côtes du Rhône.

4. We walked, gawked, and ate out way through Paris, so I probably wouln’t have managed any kind of hotpants anyway.

5. And now Charlie wants to go to Camden! I don’t know if she’s pregnant, but Jeeesus tap dancing Christ, does the woman have stamina.