"Where...?"

Today Greta handed me the globe and asked: "Mommy, where do the unicorns live?"

Lost thoughts

I dreamt up a great blog post, it was something about "5 types of..."

It was witty, clever, and well written.

I told myself I would remember it when I awoke.

Apparently I lied to myself, I've no idea what it was, but I distinctly remember it was 5, it was funny, and well, now it's forgotten.

I hate when that happens.