Would you believe me if I told you I was sitting in my kitchen eavesdropping on my mom having a conversation with dead people? If you're a regular reader of this blog, of course you would. You might even know that you can click on the labels in the sidebar and read other posts about my mom talking in her sleep/talking to the dead.
Would you believe that the weather app on my iPhone says it's going to be 85 in Margaritaville tomorrow? That's okay, I don't believe it either. It won't be 85 here, a mile from the sand.
Would you believe that I'm cleaning out my garage and that in the 3 years I've lived in this house, I've amassed bags of stuff that I don't need or want and that probably no one needs or wants? Sure, you'd believe that. You could probably clean out your garage and come up with just as many bags of stuff.
Would you believe I'm falling in love? I can hardly believe it myself. But it's true.