He calls me this morning, and it’s like he’s in a movie. I hear people speaking French in the background, I hear police cars in the distance, and he tells me he’s walking past Cartier, and would I like anything? No thanks.

Capt. UberHusband: So, I think I figured out what Cookie would want if she came to Paris
Snarkwife: What’s that?
Capt. UberHusband: A Hermes dog collar
Snarkwife: Seriously?
Capt. UberHusband: Yeah
Snarkwife: How much are they?
Capt. UberHusband: Well, they don’t make one in Cookie’s size
Snarkwife: You’re joking…in Paris, Hermes doesn’t make a collar small enough to fit a toy poodle?
Capt. UberHusband: No…Pomeranians are about as small as they’ll fit, apparently.
Snarkwife: So how much are they?
Capt. UberHusband: Well, they vary from 210 to 510 Euros.

Looks like they’ll all be heading back in a couple of months to officially sign some project documents…and I may just have to go. Still probably won’t get anything from Cartier, though.

Out of all the things CU has done, and the things he’s seen this week in between his work obligations, I’m most bummed he’ll be able to see our old friend Troy tonight, and I won’t. Troy and I worked together many years ago, and spent quite a bit of time together before I met CU. We weren’t dating or anything…he was just a fun guy friend to hang out with and watch Dallas Stars games and see movies like American Pie. We haven’t seen him since he decided to chuck living in America and work for the foreign service. His latest post is Paris. Rough gig.