{54/366 | Blam} Dreamy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Isn’t always the case that you never run into a soul in town until your hair is greasy and you’re carrying a mega-size dog bed through Costco?  It is for me.  I later realized that the dog bed additionally smelled of moth balls and G had hair pasted to her face by buggers, so all around win.

I didn’t take many photos today, but for some reason these clouds intrigued me.  I thought they were, like, totally McDreamy.  Sweet dreams biddies.