And other serious, important topics.
I got home from an after work chat and glass of wine at Grandparent’s house with zero plans for dinner.
Figuring I would, you know, figure that out later, I poured myself another glass of wine, opened my computer, and set to planing the last details of my vacation in France.
Feeling like it was already next week, dreamily across the pond in France, I looked up and there was no French dinner fairy and no French dinner. Sigh. What to do.
Too bad I can not have a late night croissant for dinner. Wine and croissant. I mean, when in France, right.
Imagine that as a croissant. Honestly though, carbs…I like them, so a baguette would be nice to.
I put my computer aside and started the Texas version of breakfast for dinner. Well, half-of-the-best-Texas-breakfast-for-dinner-I-could-do-with-what-I-had anyway. Pancakes, bacon, and wine. That would have to do.
When in Texas and about to be in France, right?
I was going to write somewhat or something about such topics as serious as independence or heaven, but that was all just WAY too serious and required too much focus. Especially when dreaming about France. I have always loved breakfast for dinner anyway. Not just when dreaming about France. Breakfast is my favorite meal of the day.
Just your average, random Thursday night.
Back to France. I will have a short 24 hours in Paris while I am there. If you have been, what are your top things to do there? Things you would not want to miss. I need opinions!
Walk in love, dear readers!