I smell berries. Apples. My mom had a juicy-smelling perfume from long ago and Rachael just sprayed it.

It's rare that I appreciate Rachael, and I'm sad about that. I just came back and we talked for a while, and she's really not that bad.

Woah. I think I might be relating to my siblings in a more adult manner. :O It's kind of nice.

Another nice thing: washing my face. I never really got into the habit, but it's really nice with a washcloth... we have one or two old ones here, but I think as lame as it is, I want some new washcloths and maybe one of those huge bath towels for Christmas. Big soft ones. :d

My poor dog is freaking out, because it's crazy windy out and she's scared of the wind. Poor baby keeps pacing and sticking her nose into my hand, and she's shaking. Poor, poor thing.

I'm going to sleep in so late tomorrow. It's going to be beautiful. First, a shower and a piece of chocolate... maybe an eclair. And then to wonderful sleep. ♥