Seven Sentences for Sunday: The Mid-Day Break Edition

  1. Could someone tell me why the folded up potato chips taste so much better than the normal, flat ones?
  2. The girls didn’t get to meet any of the princesses, which makes me sad for them. But it also means we might have to squeak in a trip to Disneyland this summer when we go to LA. I might have to sell a kidney to do it though.
  3. My ex is a husband again. Kudos to him and best wishes for a long and happy marriage. Truly.
  4. I’m thinking of making them some chocolate-dipped strawberries as a wedding gift because I’m too broke to buy them something for their new home.
  5. My apartment makes weird noises. The one I notice most recently sounds like a clapboard. Which has the bizarre effect of making me feel like I’m in my own reality show. Entertaining and annoying all at the same time. Now cut.
  6. I’ve been wearing these same two silly bands for almost a year now. I’m not sure what I’m going to do when they break–I’ll feel so naked.
  7. This exercise has not done much for my creativity, but it has made me more reflective. Which is something, I suppose. Perhaps I should add an about page and try and make this a real blog…but then again, that requires some creativity. Curses.

I love you all, some more than others.

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One thought on “Seven Sentences for Sunday: The Mid-Day Break Edition

  1. Patricia Doane says:

    Hey Destiny,
    Just wanted to let you know that I’m going to be in Atlanta the week of May 21st. Val & I re-connected this summer & I’m flying to Atlanta to spend a week with them.

    Aunt Patty
    pgcdoane@hotmail.com

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