Loose Cannons

Well, it was an exciting weekend.  Through a computer glitch, we almost had the chance to book a Paris apartment for $27.00 a night.  The dangers of airbnb.com are myriad, including the temptation to sell your integrity for a cheap apartment near the Arc du Triomphe.  After we decided not to "book it for $27.00 and see if they notice," based more on Trajan's schedule not working with taking Ruby to Paris right then than any moral conviction on our part, we were deflated.

It was Saturday afternoon and someone said, "I love San Francisco."  Someone else said, "Let's go there right now!"  We all stood around with this unstable gleam in our eyes for a moment, ready to bolt, until I stated the awful truth: "We have a room full of loose cannons here!  We cannot go to San Francisco right now!"  Trajan said, "Yeah.  If we would have thought of it yesterday, though..."  For sure.

So the farthest afield anyone went was Park City.  Scott and I went up for one of our 14-hour getaways.  Leave after half the kids are asleep Saturday night, come home in time to take the girls to their choir commitment Sunday morning at nine.  Somehow, it's long enough.  Freestone made an apple pie Sunday night, which I took as a symbol of how nice it is to stay home.  Mom and apple pie, hominess, Uncle Sam and all that.  Home sweet home! 

Then Scott called me this morning and said something that started with, "So I was on airbnb..."  and ended with, "and she also has a cheap apartment in Belleville, your favorite neighborhood in Paris!"

Well, they do have apple pie in Belleville...