I Hate When That Happens
I was going to write this super thrilling, super exciting, totally fascinating (ha!) post about this strange dream I had where someone stole my cell phone while I was on vacation. But um…by the time I putzed around, fed the boys, read & responded to some email, caught up on some blogs, contemplated finding some breakfast, well, it’s gone now. I’ve got nothing. So yeah, hate when that happens.
And now, I have nothing really to say. Maybe I’ll blog later. It could happen.
July 6th, 2008 at 11:41 am
I hate when that happens! I’ve been having really crazy dreams lately, but when I actually get up and moving I only remember one little thing that made it so strange!