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mrs617Hello, you crazy people that read my journal. Craziness is catching, even online, didn't you know that?
I'm nearly ready for my party tomorrow, I just need to mix a couple things, and print some stuff off, and pick up something at the store. I think the best thing about Tastefully Simple is that I'm really picky about my food*, and this stuff is just soooo good! My mom's the same, and she agrees, so it must be good.
I dreamed last night that I was supposed to play a piano in this...place. There was a bunch of stuff in front of it that I had to move first, and the piano itself really looked crummy. But, I sat down and played my old standby (Fur Elise) that I learned when I was 12, and it sounded terrible. Like some of the notes had been moved. So when I looked closer, and tried to pick out certain notes, it turned into a computer keyboard with only two rows of keys (the bottom two reversed). So I decided that I was just trying to hard, and just started playing...just playing. Now normally I can't compose my own tunes, but this just sounded wonderful.
Weird how I've been remembering parts of my dreams more lately. Anybody have any idea what to make of this?
Ok, I'm off to sew on a dress for my Hailie-girl. And then to see Flightplan later on this afternoon.
*editor's note: not as in a picky eater, because I'm totally not a picky eater. But picky as to saying that something is very good.
I'm nearly ready for my party tomorrow, I just need to mix a couple things, and print some stuff off, and pick up something at the store. I think the best thing about Tastefully Simple is that I'm really picky about my food*, and this stuff is just soooo good! My mom's the same, and she agrees, so it must be good.
I dreamed last night that I was supposed to play a piano in this...place. There was a bunch of stuff in front of it that I had to move first, and the piano itself really looked crummy. But, I sat down and played my old standby (Fur Elise) that I learned when I was 12, and it sounded terrible. Like some of the notes had been moved. So when I looked closer, and tried to pick out certain notes, it turned into a computer keyboard with only two rows of keys (the bottom two reversed). So I decided that I was just trying to hard, and just started playing...just playing. Now normally I can't compose my own tunes, but this just sounded wonderful.
Weird how I've been remembering parts of my dreams more lately. Anybody have any idea what to make of this?
Ok, I'm off to sew on a dress for my Hailie-girl. And then to see Flightplan later on this afternoon.
*editor's note: not as in a picky eater, because I'm totally not a picky eater. But picky as to saying that something is very good.
