Okay... a lot of you have left the most lovely comments about Scott and I sketching at the Louvre. It was fun, dreamy, romantic, etc... but I never want to leave the impression that that's normal for us.
It's just not! We are a totally normal couple with faults and flaws and every once in a while we can't stand the sight of each other... hope we aren't the only ones!!!
I will admit fully that Paris changed us. We treat each other so much better now, and our outlook on life has changed 180 degrees, but we still have our moments. I've decided to share one such moment with you here... a moment in Paris where we didn't... dare I say?... get along...
I will NOT tell you what we were fighting about, but I was upset with Scott. We were in our Montematre apartment, at the TOP OF A GIANT HILL, and it was ten o'clock at night. I was starving, and of course there was nothing in the apartment to eat. I told Scott all I wanted was some potato chips. Mind you, on the hill in Montematre, at night, there are restaurants open, but that's it! There are NO grocery stores, NO convenience stores, and trust me, if there were, they are NOT loaded with junk food in any form.
Scott told me NO WAY was he going out to search for potato chips on a cold night in Paris. I whined... I know...it's ugly... but I was CRAVING salt. So while I laid in the nice warm bed, he got up, got dressed, and took off... and I didn't even feel guilty!!!
He was gone at least 45 minutes. He had to go DOWN the hill and walk and walk. Nothing was open. He finally found a crepe window, and then had to walk UP the hill. When he got back, he handed me a COLD cheese crepe. I knew I should be happy, thankful even, but it was so NOT what I wanted.
I started CRYING... does anyone besides Scott think I need intervention????
So... the next day, I still wanted some chips. Seriously, I love Paris and all that, but sometimes you just want something junky to eat. I didn't mention to Scott that I still wanted them, but I had my eyes open. Finally, at a metro stop, there was a tiny place to buy cigarettes and gum... then... I spied it...
A can of Pringles!!! Scott started laughing and went to buy them. Once we did the exchange rate, that one can of Pringles costs $7.50!!!!!!!!
Here I am... the absolute MOST immature person in the world, eating my chips...
and bonus... the chips didn't even taste normal. They weren't salty enough, and they had a weird after taste.
I learned that day, that if I see a package of chips, and I'm even thinking I might want some, get them! I might not see them again for a long time.
Here I am... sitting along one of the lakes at Versailles... do you see what I'm eating??????
The moral of the story is... a person can act like an immature baby on either side of the globe!!
Just keepin' it real...
P.S. Disclaimer... this post makes me sound like a psycho. I am perfectly well adjusted, not a whiner, and I usually go with the flow pretty well...usually :)