or eating right before sleep gives you nightmares
anyhow
last night i dreamed that i came home and dash has lost an eye, and that he was a weiner dog, and that he didnt remember me and he couldnt hear me.
i ended the dream in a mary kay store where they put me in a fluffy nightgown with too many ruffles and made me put stuff all over my face.
and really i just wanted to go home to idaho.
it was terrible.
in contrast,
today is girls day so we are going to get nails done and go to some salad place down by the beach.
the boys (i asked if i could have a sex change before today) are going to phils bbq shack and who knows what else.
tennis is this morning again except this time i was not invited...
hahahah.
my dad has written out a schedule of the week in his flawless handwriting
(backwards...)
i finally pulled out the sewing machine brandon restored for me for a wedding present... it made me cry, i'd forgotten how beautiful it is.
it's an old singer table machine. i wish i could take it back with me on the plane...
oh i love being home! yesterday my mom let me and my sister raid her closet (which is unbelieveable) and i got to wear all anthropologie to church. it's the first time in a while i've felt pretty.
it's good to be home
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