Sometimes, in the middle-ish of the week, you just need to pop two bottles of wine and listen to music from the 90’s. You have to cuddle on the couch and be shocked at how old some of the songs are. You need to talk about how you, strangely, don’t miss Texas and actually feel like you kind of fit in in Paris. You need to talk about living here after going back and finishing Nursing School so you can have a job, too. You have to yell at the cats to stop running up and down the hallway. Most important: You listen to the music you got married to and flirt with each other a bit.
I kinda love Paris.