Of Things That Float

After the hunt for a mouse (my computer mouse went on a joyride this morning), my drafting software decided to crash on me all afternoon. Boo hoo. Anyway, right now I just want to sleep or go someplace calm, nice smelling, and with good massages. I’ve just described a spa. In the meantime, I’ve unleashed a zombie army on a farm, and conquered. Sometimes, you just need to win.

One of my happy thoughts is flying. Others involve disappearing cats, top hats, extra creamy chocolate, Christmas, and secret girly fantasies like sitting on a boat with fire lanterns cascading from the sky travelling via hot air balloon.

Come to think of it, they look a lot like glowing marshmallows, don’t they?

A Girl Who Can Fly

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