I'm back in Seattle! It's alright. I miss being in Pair-eee right now. The trip already seems like a dream. It was very lovely. Of course, it's great to be back to my own bed and to return to more vegetarian-friendly food options. Paris isn't exactly a veggie city, and let's face it, there's only so much fromage (and bread and wine and salad) a girl can eat before she just wants a burrito. But still...Paris.

I got home early Friday afternoon, and by 3pm I was seriously tired. I hopped in the shower to wash of the plane before a "nap" and it was like the world was swimming around me. It was very strange. I don't think I've been that woozy before. I finished up as fast as I could, and pretty much fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I slept for five hours then got up for about 20 minutes, went back to sleep for another 8ish hours, got up for about an hour to eat something, then back to sleep for another few hours. 16 hours later...It was nuts. I spent the rest of the weekend lunching and brunching and having coffee and seeing movies and going out to dinner with friends. It was nuts. And then today it was back to work, and, after being in Paris, that was just...well...nuts. There is a theme.

Speaking of nuts, I became a fan of Nutella while away. Nutella on crepes, more specifically. Normally I don't like hazelnut, and I've never liked Nutella before, but it's grown on me, so much so that I'm going to pick some up at the store here.

I want to talk more about the trip, but I'm so sleepy again that I can't even think of the words to describe what I want to share with you. That's why I'm talking about Nutella. Adjusting to the time change has been a bit more challenging this trip, and I don't think it helped that I was there for daylight savings time. So, I'll save the Frahnce chat and instead ramble about my new guilty pleasure: Millionaire. Matchmaker. That's right, folks. I'm embarrassed to say that I'm totally sucked into this show. On top of that, I'm also into the 2nd season of Real Housewives of NYC (L.A. - blech! I can't stand the bleach-blond, fake plastic lameness of that one, but NYC is another hilarious story). I don't know why I love MM so much, but I do. I can't stop myself. When a marathon is on, I'm there. Patti's tough love bitchiness is the best. She's got a great 'tude. And, some of the guys are just over the top. I love the nicknames like Sex Toy Dave. I want her job! Anyway, if you can't find me, can't reach me on the phone, don't get a response to your emails, I'm probably in front of the tellie absorbed in MM.

This week I'm also returning to tutoring and jumping back into school. Have I mentioned that I'm so excited for my Autism class??? One of my early assignments is to write a book review of a memoir by a parent of a child with an autism spectrum disorder. Since it's due soon, I will be reading like crazy this weekend, but I think I've finally settled on a book which is the difficult part. It's called Eating an Artichoke: A Mother's Perspective on AS. It's gotten good reviews, but the title is what did it for me. Most likely I will share my book review with all of you too.

And now, my friends, my eyelids are closing as I'm falling asleep at the keyboard. I'm gonna sortie myself to bed.