1) Spent New Year's in Paris. And it was brilliant. It may be the perfect city. I have lots and lots of pictures and lots and lots of things to say. I would love to hunker down and hibernate my way through a dozen blog entries but it will have to wait because
2) Came home from Paris to a house with no heat, a boot on my car, an overflowing inbox full of congratulations and questions because
3) The Boy proposed. In Paris. On New Year's Day. On this bridge. And I said yes*. It was perfect and romantic and beautiful and if it was happening to anyone but me I would roll my eyes and gag. But guess what? It's happening to ME. That's right, folks. I'm a fian-fucking-cee.
4) Someone very close to me passed away. It sucks a lot and that's all I can say right now.
So, even though all I want to do this week is this:
I have a lot of catching up to do. A bientot, bitches.
*Actually, I said, "yes, yes, oh my god! yes!"