Sometimes the best therapy is to get into a car and just drive. Kids gone wild (not to be confused with Girls Gone Wild), well how about a drive. Since I was the only one manning the fort this weekend and felt the need to adhere from going insane, I decided to listen to whisperings of the universe telling me to find a French Boulangerie. Good thing the closest Boulangerie that I fancy was a bit of a drive and not just around the corner because I needed this double dose of therapy. I packed up the lunches with high hopes to have a perfect day frolicking in the sun with 5 perfectly behaved children. Not so much...15 minutes @ the park was enough to do me in and when the fountain erupted so did I. In fact I was strung so tight that it wasn't until I got home, put the kids down that I was finally able to find the comfort that I needed. That comfort was found in a chocolate filled croissant on a blanket in the back yard. I have said it before and I will say it again but you have never had a croissant until you've had a croissant from La Tartine. Must be due to the fact that the owners immigrated straight from France. Now you know who I pay for good therapy & now you know why I had egg pancakes the next morning.
Want to see what else is good therapy but also makes me need therapy all at the same time...
Funny how that works.
Don't let the little dude with the tie an his shirt fool you for one second...he's KRAZY with a capital K. He sure is CUTE though and that's not with a capital K.
Tonight though the real therapy comes from a little picture that has "Frenchness written all over it" Give me those little plants, a baguette and a modern chair paired with an antique settee and we'll call it good.
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