Poor tourists -- they're standing on every street corner trying to hold their rapidly dissolving maps together. The only upside to the bipolar weather is the rainbow shortage crisis has come to an end! Huzzah!
Almost makes up for not having a summer this year.
It was raining again this morning. I'm running out of ideas for the kids, so when Virginia Mom suggested we meet up at the doll museum with a few other ladies, I went for it. It's definitely scraping the bottom of the barrel when I take Lucien ("What's a Barbie, Mommy, OOH, can I touch her boobies?") and Coco ("stop lookin' at me like that, punk, or Ima hit you with this Barbie") to the doll museum.
The kids couldn't have cared less about the doll museum but I was happily surprised. There was an exhibit of Barbie and Ken dolls dressed as significant people throughout history. And believe me, you haven't lived until you've seen Ken dressed as Charlemagne.
Virginia Mom got a kick out of Ken as Toulouse-Lautrec because they cut off most of his legs. I enjoyed Ken as Marat relaxing in a bathtub while Assassin Barbie stands behind him with a tiny knife.
Hope that's the best bath of your life, Marat Ken. Godspeed.
Here's a picture of Coco telling me I did something wrong again. I put her on the wrong animal on the carousel so she really gave me a talkin'-to. But forget Coco -- look at the kid next to her and try to resist the urge to put him in your pocket and take him home with you. I think my ovaries just exploded.
Oh my gosh, a panda!
OK, I gotta run. I know, I know it was short and kinda stupid but important things are happening over here. Alex just returned from his work trip so I have to go sit with my chin on my hands and listen to his tales of a faraway place called "Seattle."
Here's a picture of a woman dancing with fire outside Notre Dame. There's your dose of Paris porn until I can devote some more time to this thing.