i ♥ Burt

-I have something to confess before all of blogworld: I, Whitney, am a chapstick/lipbalm addict. Oh yes, I love the stuff, but last night I left it in my purse and didn't bother to put any one before going to bed. I woke up this morning in need of a fix and might've just let out a sigh of pleasure as I slathered it on. Oh, and in case you're wondering, my drug of choice is Burt's Bees. Heavenly.

-Being presented with half of an amazing homemade chocolate cake with orange marmalade after a meeting. Church people can just be so nice, especially one Sheena Trinder. Cheers!

-My dreams have been funny lately, and I almost always remember them in their entirety. Last night was definitely interesting: I was on a plane with a lot of friends, but we were using it as a boat on the ocean and laughing as waves tossed us up and down until the pilot announced we were somehow in the middle of a hurricane along the Gulf Stream current and needed to sail into harbor (in our plane, as it were). We safely made it ashore and all unloaded into a lovely sunny meadow with glistening grass and golden insects flying in the light. We were marooned there in this beautiful place until it was safe to sail our plane back across the ocean. Gonna try to not overanalyze it. :) Random, oh yes, but altogether an enjoyable experience.

-Doing something a wee bit courageous (and having the wonderful Catherine to prod me in that direction).