My dreams can get so strange. Last night I dreamt I was a man in my mid forties who was embezzling funds from his company. The secretary was about to find out when I began to use my manly charms to seduce her so she wouldn’t notice. I woke up right as I was about to strip her in a locked office.

All I could think as I woke up was what. the. fuck.

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This weekend was another good one. The weather was near perfect the whole weekend. I got to be outside a lot and spent it with both my family and Jeremy’s family.

More wedding work this week. We’re booking the ’61 Rolls Royce that’ll drive us around for fun and I’m meeting with another wedding decorator in Buford at 4pm on Friday.

Work!