I think that I spilled coffee on my at some point this morning. I keep smelling it as I walk around the office. It was a rough morning to be awake for me. I just couldn't wake up. I was running behind so you'd think that I'd be pushing the envelope with the speed limit but I kept finding myself going 15 miles below the speed limit, musing about my bizarre dreams last night.
I won't bore you with them but you should probably know that it involved me in a foriegn country where the small native folk wouldn't give me any food in exchange for my wadded up 4 dollar bills.
I'm thinking about Christmas crafts shows all of a sudden. In August it seemed ludacris to prepare for Christmas, but September snuck by so now I'm left half way through October with not a whole lot to sell. I'm so tempted to make those microwavable heat packs because of how stinkin cold it has goten in my house. The markets are always flooded with those things, but I am still tempted to try my hand at it.
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Those damn 4 dollar bills are worthless in this economy.
I think they use four dollar bills in Canada.
I wish my dream had placed me in Canada then.
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