It's raining here this morning. Quite peaceful sounding, actually. And the fresh scent from most of the windows wide open does help flush out the horrid smoke-filled kitchen odor. What happened, you ask?
Well, a certain seven-year-old son of mine (ahem, possibly Brandon?) went in to get his portion of our traditional Saturday morning pastries breakfast .. you know, doughnuts, fruit-filled danishes, stuff like that .. and instead opted to heat up some leftover pizza from Friday night (another tradition around here - we like food). Instead he's given us an extra charcoal briquette for our grill. And a whooolllleee lotta smoke! I panicked smelling the smoke of course.. checking the stove and oven before realizing the source.. *sigh* children. It could have been worse, I suppose.
And then again, at least we *have* a microwave and kitchen unlike an unfortunate upcoming jail birdess, right? Yikes... I do feel sorry for Paris. BUT I'm glad she's realizing she's not completely untouchable and above the law.. that's if the sentence actually sticks from appeals. And hey, maybe she'll get a good reality check that life isn't always perfect and self-controlled and lavish! Now, of course I'm sure she won't be given the dirty cell with Bubba, lol, and I'm sure she won't buck up and make the most of her time with new friends like another certain wealthy,notable perfectionist homemaker did more than a year ago. I'm thinking Paris will stay to herself away from the "little people" in jail, be harrassed by some of the mouthier girls, and maybe take life a little more seriously when she gets out. OR.. she'll get out, give them some sign, and get out of the country on some refreshing long-needed get away to one of their many homes abroad. .. hmmmm... must be nice to be a hotel heiress.
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