Lampshade.

Dear Fleur.
Ria is using all of the butter to make cupcakes.
I needed the butter.
So I guess I'll go ride my bicycle into town and pick some up. I have things I need to do there anyway.

Last night I dreamed I lived above a bakery and worked there and had a really cute lamp in my bedroom.
It was a good dream.

And I've been thinking a lot about prophets. Not porpoises, but prophets. Like in the Bible. And what it would have been like to be one.
I've been thinking a lot lately.

I should go get my bike out now.
Love Bell.