Let them eat Scones

Just stuffed my stomach with loads of scones. I think, with out a doubt, that they were the best scones I've ever baked. So with my balloon shaped belly I'm currently spending this saturday night with Marie Antoinette and her pastry looking soirée. Some picture. It makes my stomach swirl of something other than scotch marmalade and buttery bread. Envy, I suppose. And restlessness. I can't believe I haven't been to Paris yet! And I also want to drink champagne, eat colorful pastries, gamble at fancy casinos, see the sunrise and flow in beautiful garments... Someday. Someday when I do not crash after a rather tiny amount of alcohol, when I am not a gluten intolerant, when I am able to keep a poker face, when I am not in need of as many hours of sleep and when I can actually afford the clothes that embellish my dreams. That day...