TRUE STORY: It Was Only a Dream

I spent forty-five minutes this morning tearing the house apart, looking for the new purse and lap-top bag I’d scored for a heckofa discount. They’re kind-of matchey-matchey which usually isn’t my style, but I loved them and bought them anyway.

And now I can’t find them anywhere.

They are both blue with a sort of distressed finish, and the purse slings perfectly onto my shoulder. The lap-top bag has just the right amount of little pockets for all my stuff – one for my phone, one for my glasses, another for my sunglasses, and one for my pens and gum. And both have the cutest fabric lining the interior – a floral pattern that was exactly like the cupcake wrappers I used for Alice’s birthday party.

Wait a minute. Exactly like the cupcake wrappers I used for Alice’s birthday party?

Exactly like them?

Awww, crap. Crapcrapcrapcrapcraponacracker. It was a dream. I dreamed them SO HARD that I actually thought they were real.

Now I haz the sadz. Must medicate with more coffee.

TRUE STORY: If it’s too good to be true, it probably was a dream.

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