(Arles, France)
Plus these:
(Interlaken, Switzerland)
Plus lovely cones of this (with friends Sherry and Amanda):
(Cinque Terre, Italy)
Plus some of these:
(Cork, Ireland)
And also these:
(Paris, France)
And yummies like THIS-- (was a Nutella crepe-- forgot to photograph pre-consumption):
(Paris also)
...Results in SOME SERIOUS DOUBLE CHINS!!!:
That amazing photograph provided Heidi, me, and our friend Betsy that we met in Chamonix (current hostess in Paris) endless laughter last night. (Incidentally, as I write this, we are in her apartment, listening to "The Lonely Goatherd" from Sound of Music and eating chocolate Nutella on crackers.) Oh yeah-- and that's the Eiffel Tower behind us. YAAAAAY, the Eiffel Tower!!!!
We also enjoyed making horsey faces:
And I, talent that I am, found out that I can actually make a double-chin AND a horsey mouth at the same time:
And so it was that, in one fell swoop, the girl had managed to shatter any semblance of allure or prior vanity that she had ever attempted to maintain. "Can I do that without reservation?" she mused pensively, her brow furrowed in question. "Can I really show all those hideous pictures to the internet world, without any attractive ones to even attempt a rebuttal in favor of me being a cute girl?" She thought long and hard. "No," she decided. "I cannot."
Therefore, a cute pic of Heid-Beid and I in Ireland to prove to you that we are not, in fact, 800 pounds:
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Funny story: Today, Heidi and I were enjoying ourselves at Montmartre's famous artists' square, (Translation: probably the most touristy part of all Paris, where poor shmucks like us get completely enamored with artists' romantic paintings of Paris, and completely lose financial restraint in frenetic rosy-eyed art-purchase-gobbling) ...and Heidi was considering one painting in particular next to a tall, tan fellow. She teased him, "You're not going to steal my painting are you?" He laughed and said, "Oh no, you go right ahead!" Narrowed my eyes: looked at him. I 'ave seen zees one before...
"Heidi... isn't that David Hasselhoff?"
She looked at him. Whispered. "No. I don't think so. Just a look-alike."
"But... he's tall, and tan... And he's about the right age... Isn't it?? I think it might be David Hasselhoff!!"
"No. Maybe? No. I think it's just someone who looks like him."
Later, Heidi saw the same tall, tan, strapping fellow being mobbed in the larger square. He was laughing and saying, "Half way across the world!!" I didn't see the mob, but I imagine him flexing for the crowd. Ha ha, yeaaaah, it's MEEEE, David Hasselhooofffff!!!
It was totally him. We totally perused for art next to David Hasselhoff. And. We didn't get a picture or an autograph. Because. We are like cool Parisians who let celebrities live their lives. Not silly girls who don't realize they're standing next TO THE BAYWATCH KING.
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Alright, a few more pics to finish this blog off, just so you can see firsthand the gorgeous scenery we found in Ireland:
And here, our Irish chickies: Lorna (birthday girl) on the middle-left, and Laragh on the middle-right. We love them.
We're having an awesome time in Paris. Doing a whirlwind tour of the major sites tomorrow. Loving our hostess Betsy-- so fun to get to reunite with her again, after Chamonix!! We're in the final countdown now... Four more days!!
