My new turquoise purse that I brought with me broke tonight. The strap snapped. It was only ten dollars at Wal-Mart, but I had a hard time finding a purse before I left that wasn't ugly. (I have high standards.) But Dad forced me to let him buy me a new purse tonight so that my wallet wouldn't go flying. None of the bags we looked at really caught me eye. So I told Dad I wouldn't get one. He said, and I quote, "If you don't buy a purse, I'll buy a purse (for you). Now I'm going to go look at the make-up."
(He claims he was looking for hand sanitizer.)
Dad and I had a jolly old time together in Paris! We did lots of walking. Here's the reader's digest version of what we did:
Yesterday, we saw Sainte-Chapelle. The stained glass is gorgeous.
One of the things we did was go inside Notre Dame, which was just stunning. Then we ate crepes. Dad got ham and cheese, and I got Nutella and banana. (We got pictures of that for Amy! Soon to come.)
Pretty soon, we're going to London, we're staying in such-and-such hotel, and it's gonna be great!
(Cue creepy "Oh, yes, it WILL be great!" Although, come to think of it, it's not as funny since the stalker.)
Saturday, September 26, 2009
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Oh yes it WILL be a good time . . .
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(end creeper)
And I can TOTALLY hear you and Dad having that conversation. Hopefully Dad found the right "hand sanitizer" to really make his eyes POP.
ReplyDeleteAnd turquoise purses are ALL the RAGE!
What would you do without Amy to leave comments?
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