My current obsession is turning my new back patio into a Parisian Cafe. We have a fountain that looks like a sputtering penis, lots of bushes and only a mild amount of foot traffic that goes by while we eat dinner at night. Its awesome and I only see the potential for long, late meals over wine, cigarettes and lots and lots of cheese. Husband recently fixed the penis fountain so now the spurting water slants slightly to the left. The geyser of water is more jubilant then before, it has a lot more gusto now that we are its new care takers. we are currently in the middle of planting more viney wonderfulness also, but must wait until the weekend before we have time to really transcend it all into the Frenchy magic that it will truly become. The light foot traffic is not so bad either. Any other woman might mind the young college girls who live upstairs that walk by to get to their unit wearing short shorts parading by my husband each day with their toothy smiles cooing over our baby boy as he clings to Husbands shoulder smiling coyly at them while husband waters the plants, but not me! Alas I am without a care. After gaining 30 pounds that I don't seem to be shedding post baby, I am now truly a force to be reckoned with in my Parisian paradise and like the French I don't give a fuck. With the Parisian cafe on its way to Glory I have dutifully been listening to my 'Somethings gotta give' soundtrack like an aging succor mom each day and downing red wine like there's no tomorrow. Parie' here I come!!
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