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Sabotage!

Even though wifey stole this blog after I started it a little over two years ago (search to the right for China if you don't believe it), I still know the password. So I will now steal the blog for a bit.


While D was, and is, in Colorado living it up, I was working hard all week (in Paris).


And while walking around for the few short hours I had to myself, it dawned on me: I've been in lots of places in the world, but pretty much, when you are in a city, it looks like a city. Doesn't really matter whether it's Paris, or Beijing, Seoul, or NY. Especially when you work in these places, you tend to see the inside of an airplane, taxi, office building, and an occasional walk between some concrete and steel buildings.


So what's so great about Paris anyway?









Oh. :-)





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Unknown said…
you"re a goober! hey! load up the girls and fly out here!
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Kimmy said…
Hi D's hubby!! I can't believe you actually were the one to start up the blog. Well, apparently D had lots to say :o)

Aaaawww...I want to go to Paris!
He & Me + 3 said…
I see why D wants to go to paris so bad. Beautiful. How cool that you started the blog oh so long ago.
debi9kids said…
That is just beautiful. Glad you stole the blog back to show us :)
Lindsay said…
I like hearing from the(hot) hubby of the house! :-0

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