So. Dear.

Dear Fleur.
I didn't have the best morning. It's snowing again. I did get to sleep in. But my sleeping bag fell off my bed last night. And then I took a shower. But while I was in the middle of singing Jesus on the Mainline and shaving my legs,
the water shut off.
I stood in the shower, freezing for 10 minutes trying to figure out what was wrong. And then I gave up and walked out to the kitchen with my hair covered in conditioner and soap all over my legs and a white towel and told Daddy the water didn't work.
Mandy turned on the faucet of the sink and they looked at me like I was crazy. So Daddy went to turn the shower on and I walked back there and when he did,
it worked.
I was so mad.

I've been working on my essay and writing letters to people. I made brioche too. Had vanilla tea. Didn't fix my hair. And I have to teach tonight. Hanging up the heavy bag. Probably my least favourite thing to do. But oh well. Tonight is maybe gooDoc tutorial with Nat Sam. Because I really cannot figure that thing out for the life of me.
We need more butter again.
And floral fabric. Gah, I would like some floral fabric.
Love Bell.

Day.

Dear Fleur.
I am listening to Lala's old songs.
But I need to go do homework.
And look for a pizzelle recipe.
And fix my hair. It is a very big mess this morning.
Love, Bells.

hot chai tea latte.

Dear Fleur.
I hated this morning.

Then it all got better.
Ria brought me home a hot chai tea latte from STARBUCKS.
Bright Star is on the kitchen table.
And,
I don't have to get my mole removed.

Oui.
You heard right.
That special little mole on my back, I don't have to get it cut off.

Face.

Bad day die.
John Keats fill my head.
And sunscreen cover me.
Love, Bella.