Yogurt & Honey
I’m done with today. Everyone I met was either weird or in a weird mood, & there were creepy pod people all over the hill & downtown. It’s 90+ degrees outside, there were two creepy guys lurking around our house, trying the doors at the front and the back. I’m watching them with mounting anxiety, realizing that my newly acquired Santa Fe organic lemonade {I bought about 30+ lbs of it. It was on sale.} makes me 30 lbs slower if one of them decides to chase me. If all that wasn’t enough, I couldn’t get any of the doors to lock properly once I snuck inside, & discovered we were out of toilet paper. The last straw was when I opened my email to discover that I’d been sent corrections to previous Motopresse posts – apparently I had recommended “tanking” friends to Quinn’s.
Time to go to bed and try again tomorrow.
♥ Momo
Speaking of trying again, have you seen Abby Try Again? Love it.