I dreamed last night that we went to Paris. We were so excited.
Except all we did was go to an Italian restaurant for pasta, go to an American Museum (a made up one), and then drive out to the country. Then we left. On the plane ride home, Jack asked us why we didn't go to the Eiffel Tower (his would be dream come true!) or any other sites. Roger looked to me, said that he wasn't in charge of the planning. How had I planned absolutely nothing in Paris. . .
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