Stream of consciousness….

How can someone with so much to verbally say be so unsure of what to actually write about?

Am I seriously going to re-start this blog with a stream of consciousness post? Are you supposed to introduce a blog, introduce yourself? That feels a little presumptuous to me.

I wish I knew how to make chicken and dumplings.

I wish I was wearing jeans.

The nightmare that I had about Dolly Parton being rude to me while I checked her in at the front desk is still messing with me.

Washington State

Cricket

Cricket

Cricket

Dr. Pepper or Coffee?

Could I pull off swoop bangs like Jessica Day?

The scene where Jessica Day cries in her job interview over a puppy in a cup because of PMS is probably the most relatable thing on TV.