I'm going to Paris tomorrow.

Well, not Paris, France, Paris. I'm actually going to South Central tomorrow morning to pick up the equivalent of a trip to Paris.

A few years ago I had plans to go to Tuscany with a friend but we decided we needed furniture instead (I got a sofa & she a leather chair & ottoman). So, since I don't have time to take a real vacation this year, I decided to use my vacation money to buy more furniture--this time an armchair & ottoman.

Who knew I'd get so excited about furniture?! I must be getting old. Or nesting. Or wanting a nest. Or just varied in my priorities.

Next year. Next year I'll actually leave the country. I don't have room for more furniture anyway.