I found $20 in the dryer today. Well, no so much found since I knew it was in there. Kinda. I accidently washed my pants with a bunch of money in them and the $20 was the one bill I couldn’t find when I half-assed looked for it. Then I forgot it was there. Then
I guess it’s a staycation? I don’t know how these things work. The long of the short of it is this: I’m stepping away from life for the next week. I have taken the week off from all jobs and responsibilities. No serving, no touring, no blogging: nothing. This is either going to be the
I blame every inspirational poster ever created for the following blog post… So the other night, in the midst of several stress dreams about work, I had one that gave me pause. First and foremost can we please discuss how horrible stress dreams about work are? First off- one dream I had just last night
Avoiding Neverland 