Paris
As it turns out, my math skills have not improved over the years . . . just two nights ago, I realized that I was a day off on my countdown (or up, I guess) to twelve. If I could have 13 days, I would have added a Tiffany's box. Yes, just the box. I've always wanted to receive something blue -- specifically, that blue.
But, of course, I had to reserve Paris for #12. I've been obsessed with the city for quite some time, but I have yet to visit. Actually, I'm trying to reserve the experience for my true love -- or age 30, which ever comes first. At this point, it will probably be 30.
My mom and I briefly considered stopping there while in Europe two years ago, but I quickly dismissed that idea when she said, "I just don't see what's so great about the Eiffel Tower." Maybe I'm adopted after all. :)
2 comments:
Hey, after you've seen the one at King's Island, who needs the one in Paris?
Dad said,
I wouldn't mind seeing the old tower if they could take all the french people away.
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