give me a reason to believe
I collapsed into a heap of dreaming at a seriously early hour yesterday. I was up far too late on Wednesday, and I ended yesterday with a 2.5 hour meeting to review and evaluate application packets in a really stuffy room that was filled a slight aromatic funk.
This weekend will be all about beer, writing, and going through the boxes on our third floor, which will probably reek of stale cigarette smoke when I open them and will make me sick to my stomach. I'm hoping to pull out a bunch of shit that we can put on our walls, because we've been great about painting accent walls, and being bold with color in our bathroom, but there is literally nothing hung on any of our walls. We have tons of stuff, though. I think the African Mask that B got Husband will go in the bathroom. Right over the toilet so that all the men are face-to-face with it when they pee.
This weekend will be all about beer, writing, and going through the boxes on our third floor, which will probably reek of stale cigarette smoke when I open them and will make me sick to my stomach. I'm hoping to pull out a bunch of shit that we can put on our walls, because we've been great about painting accent walls, and being bold with color in our bathroom, but there is literally nothing hung on any of our walls. We have tons of stuff, though. I think the African Mask that B got Husband will go in the bathroom. Right over the toilet so that all the men are face-to-face with it when they pee.