Something tells me my friend Mo would like these too!
I want to hang this in my bathroom:
It reminds me of a clean, dancing jellyfish, which is sort of my avatar when I'm fresh from a bath. Speaking of baths, I've only just lately discovered the true bliss of my bathtub. Last week, after a particularly draining
day, I climbed in with some olive oil and vanilla, extremely hot water, and an enormous glass of wine. Clicked on the Pandora, opened an old copy of Middlemarch (I heart you, George Eliot), and went completely,
utterly thoughtless. I got in touch with my inner coma. By the time I tried to get out, I was a withered prune of my former self. Plus, the wine had gone to my head and the water gave me the spins. So I took a nap.
And that was my Tuesday.
Of course, I woke up to a million piles of cat vomit, three hundred papers to grade, a sink full of dirty dishes, and a sick husband.
Tee hee. Thanks, Natalie Dee. You always brighten my day.
Anywhoo, thanks for letting me show you the product of my mindless cyber-wandering.