That being said, I am out of sick hours and may not go to
Hipnic. I’m not sure yet. I’ll have to see which way the wind is
blowing. I will still buy my tickets,
and I do have a Thursday night spot reserved, but I’ll have to determine if it’s in the cards
or not.
I headed to The Place to go pick up medication I didn’t get
yesterday, and while I was here, I picked up a “Happy Marriage!” card with a
tinny Taylor Swift voice serenading from inside a sardine can when the card was
opened, because really? How else can one celebrate love? I also grabbed a box of sparkly fake white
rose petals so they can shower themselves with rose petals. It seemed a very apropos gift. Add in a Lionel Ritchie poster and it would
have been perfect, but one can dream. I
headed home and gratefully got into bed.
At the appropriate time, I headed to school to pick them up;
Ethan finally logged in his volunteer
hours. Once at home, I made the
fantastic discovery that we have another visitor…it’s the damn dog food. So I cleared every out and set some
traps. Here we go again. This is the reason I’ve subconsciously been
buying more peanut butter. I wish all my
parts communicate with each other better.
Pictures: My sweet bed being touched by the sun; Branches reaching towards the sky
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