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Monday, July 15, 2013

swans at the beach

Today we went to Rumpelstiltskin's for bright green, kelly green, christmas green, or maybe a slightly darker green thread, but they didn't have any.  The closest they had was too weak.  We strength tested it--it broke in Ming's hands. 

So then we went to Arden to look at the thread at the JoAnne Fabric there.  We found some. 

My left ear is stopped up.  That happens to me a lot.  I hate it. 

Last night: an elaborate nightmare complete with doppelgangers, shotguns, zombies, an evil woman who wanted to kill me but wanted me to like her, and huge waves.  And swans in the ocean.


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