Last night I dreamed that I was at a function for my parents' church, and all these old men kept hitting on me. One kept following me around the function, and one kept whispering in my ear. Then, I left and went for a bicycle ride with Leah. She was on a little red fixie while I was on an adult tricycle with a large basket between the rear wheels. We rode through a vintage clothing store, which was particularly difficult with my extra width. Escaping from the ridiculous amount of purple clothing in the store, we met up with a hip bicycle gang and cruised down the street.
3 comments:
Where are you? :(
you are not blogging and this makes me sad.
amazing. even two months later.
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