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.

1 thought on “I Hate When That Happens

  1. Miss Attitude

    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!

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