yes, that WAS my dream last night

so, i’m 0 for 2 on making it to morning yoga this week. yesterday morning i was late because of the road conditions. this morning i was too busy dreaming about growing an extra tooth at the age of 24 (i guess i forgot my 25th birthday had already passed). and apparently an extra tooth meant that i was a flying squirrel, and not a human like i had thought for the past 25 24 years.



speaking of…i had one of these bad boys when stan and i met. her name was gabby. she was the cutest thing ever.