I remember the letter wrinkled in my hand, "I'll love you always" filled my eyes. I remember the night we walked along the Seine-riding on the metro..

This song has always made me happy because I have so many great memories of the metro! Ahhh..I miss it! The smell of urine, the crazy people with sad stories who beg for money (or cigarettes or sandwiches..they all have this speech they give before they walk the aisles collecting money like ushers in a church!) Anyway, it's especially poignant today because my metro memories are haunting me more than usual these days, mostly because my house now has the same urinific smell. Have I mentioned we have puppies? We have puppies. 6 of the cutest, fattest little friends you've ever seen. They're adorable! They are at the age, though, where they're for reals puppies who run and frolic (did I just say "frolic?") and poop and pee. Gross. (not the running and frolicking part--that's generally pretty sanitary) Anyway, if I attempt to leave them in the kennel they let out the oppressed whines that make me crazy. (I woke up to it at 7AM this morning when they wanted breakfast and to be let out of the kennel to poop, which they did on my floor.) Now, remember--I'm the "crazy for a clean floor" girl who scrubs her floor on her knees. So I purchased some puppy pads, thinking I'd give their future owners a headstart in the potty training department. There is no puppy pad big enough. So I've spread newspaper on the entire surface of my laundry room floor and it smells like a metro station. It's so gross I don't even think Mary would eat a skittle off of it. And that's saying a lot. I speak from (disgusting!) experience!
Let's talk for a second about underground zits. I have had more than usual these days and they're really annoying. They ache, there's not a thing you can do about them and look like a little mountain (or is that a mole hill?) growing underneath the skin on my chin. Have mercy.
I must take a second to give a HOLLA to our friends at Coca Cola. I'm going to go ahead and give two snaps up to Cherry flavored Coke Zero. Mmmm mmm mmm! As a Cherry Coke connaisseur, I have to say that it tastes like regular CC which is like crack cocaine to me. Sadly, because of a chunky midget who seems to have inherited my addiction (maybe because when I was pregnant with him, I had one a day) I have become a closet CC drinker. We've discussed. I need to get a big cup that you can't see through and put pictures of vegetables on the outside so he won't ever want any! Hmmmm...not a bad idea. Of course the easiest (and least hypocritical) thing to do would be to get rid of it altogether, but quite frankly the thought of life without Cherry Coke sounds frightening and empty.