Tired.
Have cardboard cut from histrionic episode with packing supplies.
Saw a rottweiler in the back of a pickup.
Made date cake with double the penuche frosting.
Ate raspberries off my fingertips.
Totally gave up on organizing the car and just started stuffing stuff in.
Picked out three read-aloud books for my little people.
Avoided packing bug spray. Hate it like nothing else.
Packed "light" and was pleased to see extreme color is still present in my wardrobe.
Pulled out my carved incense box. Got a vintage matchbook to go with it.
Made a huge pile of books and put half of them back.
Set out my two enormous floppy black hats.
Cleaned out the French press.
Decided against bringing Candy Land and hope this isn't a mistake.
Three (four) words: Le Sportsac fanny pack.
Tired.
Cornerstone or bust. :)
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