...of the Eiffel Tower that you ever saw??? Yowza!



(Kinda looks like it's getting ready to give birth to a giant-headed baby Eiffel Tower, doesn't it?) (Okay, now you're thinking: what the hell kind of stuff does this gal find erotic??) (And well you should!) (Which also reminds me that my short story, "The Epicures", was supposed to come out in this country several months ago and still it is not out. However, you can buy it in England -- it's been out there since July!) (And the reason this photo wound up reminding me of that story gives you a really good idea of what "The Epicures" might be about!)

Jeez! Parentheses can get tiring! Enough of that.

Good news! I'm driving to & from a town called Dublin tonight (no, not that Dublin; if I'd been driving to & from that Dublin, I would have left days ago and would have had to have had one of those amphibious cars! All I have is a really old Toyota Camry.). (Wow, how'd we get back into these parenthetical phrases??) Anyway, I'm driving to & from this little town called Dublin tonight -- after dark; on the freeway!! And I'm not freaking out about it, gang. My anxiety disorder has been remarkably under control for a couple of months already. It's pretty cool. Plus, I'm even going to a Christmas party where I will know absolutely no one in attendance (save one person) -- a fancy dress kind of thing at a very nice restaurant. This is so not like me -- I am so introverted that I don't even enjoy the prospects of going to a Christmas party where I know everyone in attendance. But this is being thrown by one of my clients who is married to the State Representative. So, to be honest, I was really, really honored to be invited. I hope there is valet parking. With or without the panic disorder, I still hate walking through parking lots in high heels...