Toulouse

Did I mention that I'm flying to France tomorrow?

To Toulouse?

To the Christmas market?

With no children?

No husband?

Just girlfriends?

I must have forgotten.

During all our planning, I thought I was only dreaming.

It still feels unreal except for the fact that I just printed out a real, live airplane boarding pass.

So, it must be real.

Right?

If I am in fact dreaming, then please refrain from waking me.

Please?

I will be sure to eat a crepe for you.

You're welcome.