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Only Pretty Sure

Only pretty sure it was a dream:

Son's panicked voice--"Oh God, where is the lemon zester?"

Daughter's voice in that teenage drawl that says it should be obvious --- "Under my bed"

Also, still in the running for the apartment we want. Scrambling around today with papers of differing sizes. House packed enough to be inconvenient.

Oh, I hope, I hope.


May. 27th, 2014 10:18 pm (UTC)
It was a dream-- fortunately. There was no lemon zest crisis at 6 am. Just as well, I don't think we actually own a dedicated lemon zester. (I just use a grater.)

I was probably dreaming about having half my kitchen packed up!

It is now 6pm here. Still not sure if we are going to get the apartment we want. We have to be somewhere other than here by June 1...

I have done this many times and it always makes me nervous.