Last night I dreamed about the house I grew up in. We drove by it and stopped to look at it. It's for sale, in real life as in the dream, but here all the walls and windows were missing; it was just a frame with a roof. And all the ghosties were visible and when I went closer to see if they remembered me, all they wanted was to hide with me in the bathroom. (I think this is what I did when I lived there quite often.) So I guess they did remember me...
I'm thinking if we go to Tejas for Christmas, and the
house is still for sale, I'm going to convince Will to go and take a tour as prospective home owners. I would love to show him my old room. Maybe I'll bring a cannister that I can coax my ghosty-friends into, so that I may bring them with me to Cali. (I can hardly recognize it, since they re-did so much inside of it.) They're asking way too much!
I've been constantly looking up baking and candy making supplies, there are a bounty of them on the internet! It's something I would really like to get into, and maybe some day I can even participate in a baked goods fair, or bake off, or cake decorating contest. If all else fails in animation, I'm going to bake for a living. I think it's a nice back-up plan, though right now, it's just a fattening hobby. (EDIT: I mean come on! Who knows more about or loves candy more than I do? I need to be making it!)
And girls are so boring! All they want to do is get their nails done...isn't there something actually fun that we can do?