Yesterday afternoon I was determined to finish that closet. Fifteen minutes in, I was hot and bored, so I sat down next to the dog on the bed, petting her. The next thing I know, I'm waking up from an hour-long dream involving my swimming lessons at the YMCA. This dream included a girl in my swimming class who was wearing high heels while trying to learn the breaststroke.
Obviously. I even dropped my cell phone at the bottom of the pool. Disastrous. Who does that?
Or, more importantly, who dreams about swimming lessons at the YMCA when she hasn't taken swimming lessons since she was about ten years old? PLEASE psychoanalyze me.
I FINALLY finished it, and here it is. Believe it or not, while there is still way too much stuff in there, you can actually walk inside it!!
And now, presenting my next two projects...How did we accumulate so much?!?!?
Also, on a side-note, I just got a package from my mom and she sent me Funky Bands. You know, those rubber bands that are in the shape of various animals and are made for ten-year-olds?
Why would my mom send me those?
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