I am now convinced, I gave up on my dreams too soon.
On the days I am trying to find the time to fill my flower boxes.
I wish I could just wiggle my nose and without getting dirt under my finger nails, or breaking a sweat, or chasing after the dog that just tried to steal the flowers, my flower boxes would magically be filled.
Or on the days when I am trying to survive one of these...
I could just wiggle my nose and we could all enjoy the joys of nap time instead.
Or, when my street inevitable floods every year and for a few hours I own waterfront property...
I could just wiggle my nose and enjoy this view of the water instead.
Yes, Amy of yore, you gave up on your dream too quickly...
