Sunday, April 1, 2012


Genevieve:  Dad.  The other night in my sleep I saw a woman walking down the street with only black  panties and bra and a red and orange feather necklace on.  Her face was painted all white and her body was painted all black.  I think she was really angry, and probably not very nice.  But I wasn't afraid of her at all.

Drew:  Huh.  That's pretty weird G.

Here's the dreamer this morning.  She's a scary nice witch who casts spells on people while they're zonked:

Marguerite's adjustment to one nap has gone swimmingly.  April Fools!  She's a tired wreck, and consequently so am I.  She's currently taking a morning nap while I work on stockpiling my bank of patience.

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