oh, the irony

well, what do you know.

my husband has been called off to work for two weeks in...(cue suspense music) p-a-r-i-s!

right smack in the middle of paris fashion week.

this has got to be one of the greatest ironies in life.

for those of you who know mr t, he would be the last person you would expect to be in a place celebrating fashion week.

let alone in friggin' paris.

i'm so sure he would run into somebody famous and he would not have any idea who he/she is.

oh, the irony.

baby and i are left here in very warm dubai celebrating the t household fashion week showcasing the h&m and the (gasp) hypermarket collections!

can you sense the bitterness and the jealousy somewhere here? can you? can you?

maybe it's a little game that you play with the universe - you pretend that you don't like something, and then the powers that be take you right in the middle of it.

well, it that's the case...

i don't really like the maldives.and the seychelles? nah.forget it.

(smirk)

seriously...

mr t, i know you are there for work.but please try to enjoy paris, ok?

p.s. just don't try to go inside the shops near moulin rouge.not good.