Paris in my dreams

Good evening Paris,
it's been so long since we've spoken, but that doesn't mean that I haven't thought of you at least 100 times today. I've been dying to tell you Paris, I dreamed about us last night. Yes, Paris, I was finally with you. Wandering the streets, perusing the shops, why I was in tears I was so happy! And guess what else Paris? Husband - yes the husband, was with me Paris. Can you imagine? He seemed happy too, although he couldn't figure out how we got there because he had little or no memory. No time to worry about that right now Paris, I must continue with what I was experiencing in this incredible dream. There was this shop that was selling country french furnishings, antiques, art, a dress mannequin, jewellery, why Paris I was absolutely beside myself. In fact Paris, the dream felt so real, that I woke up crying tears of joy. The reality Paris - two adorable cats were purring at my feet, and the husband was asking me if I paid the cable and internet bill. No need for sympathy Paris, for I know we will be together soon enough. I cancelled the 4-day trip to Quebec City. I decided that only the real Paris will do. I will continue scrimping, saving, and stealing to build up my secret Paris Fund.
Now Paris, I must share some more news - of the home decor kind of course. Yes Paris - a pink shabby-chic inspired sofa for my bedroom, my domain, my boudoir. I was a bit worried, mind you, that husband would take notice of this rather plump pink sofa in the matrimonial suite, however, upon his return from yet another weekend of hockey, he yawned, bid me good night, and didn't notice a thing. This morning, however, he asked about what "that pink thing" was. I simply replied that his mum and I whipped up a pink slip cover for an old sofa and voila. His reply: "I didn't realize we had an old sofa kicking around". A wife's best reaction: pretend you did not hear a word and continue to walk out the door. Enough said about the pink sofa now Paris.
It is time for a tea with honey and a seat by the fire. My toes are slowly defrosting after searching feverishly in sub-zero weather to find the neighbour's kitty. Honestly Paris, is there no end to my good works? Is there no rest for the weary? I ask you - when, oh when will we meet? See you in my dreams tonight Paris. Bon soir mon amour!