Is it bad that I have about a zillion deadlines, yet I can't stop daydreaming about our trip? I have totally become The Girl Who Can't Let Go of Vacation. On Saturday, I wore a very bundled-up French scarf to the farmer's market even though the weather was spring-like; I sweated profusely over the organic kale. On Sunday, I filled my basket with fresh prosciutto, mozzarella, baguettes and Pellegrino at the pricey specialty shop, and paid dearly for it. To snap me out of this alter-universe, I've made a bunch of fun plans for the weekend to remind me how much I adore my New York life, too. Don't make fun of my striped shirt and beret, though, okay?
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