Reading complicated pastry recipes in The Joy of Cooking, while looking at jo(e)'s pictures from her trip to a Certain Famous But Unnamed City Where They Speak French and Carry Around Baguettes, while listening to Joni Mitchell's "Free Man in Paris."
Okay, and while wearing a blue silk scarf wrapped around my head.
Right. I'm supposed to be getting work done.
Added at 7:00pm: Apparently, my dear husband was also in a Parisian mood today. He went to the grocery store, and all he brought home was a baguette and some flowers. I asked him if he rode a bicycle to bring those home.