I fell asleep last night thinking about the perfect copy for this post.
The words swam through my mind as I rested my head on my pillow. I knew that I should turn on my book light and jot it down in one of my cute small notebooks by Stephanie Fizer Coleman.
But, I didn’t. When I woke up this morning, I couldn’t remember anything from the night before. I hate when that happens. Don’t you? It’s not as bad as the hairdresser slipping up and giving you bangs that you didn’t want, but it’s just as annoying as when a fly is buzzing around you while you’re trying to concentrate.