heat up them freedom fries!

So my girlfriend, the one whose job in the Big Apple I covet, is transferring to Paris for a two-year assignment in the spring.

I told the Guy in the Boxers that I must get the passport renewed ASAP, as she needs me desperately to help her with the move. This is one of those times when I break my rule that I am too old and at that point in life where I should not have to help my friends move, because, hey you need to not be rigid and make exceptions now and then and this is one of those times.

I am so going to France with Grace. Hey, you try to fly with two neurotic cats by yourself. She needs me. And I need some french soap. And perfume and sassy new jeans. From France. Oh, and shoes, yes, shoes...

GITB laughed his ass off and said something to the effect that this is per usual for me, wait until there is civil unrest and discord and looting and decide, "yeah, I need to go there! Now!"