Last night, I had a dream that I found a whole bunch of money in my wallet, sandwiched in between receipts.

(By “a whole bunch,” I mean, like, $30.)

I also had a dream where I bought Uggs. In the dream, I bought them because they were on sale really cheap, and they were wine-coloured, which is a colour I quite like.
But, I was explaining, in the dream that I knew they were horrible but I only bought them to keep my feet warm.
In the deam, telling Alex about them was the haredest part of all because Alex hsa been witness to my months and months of Ugg-related bile, because I’m scared to talk about Uggs to other people in case they actually have them and I have just made fun of their boots, which I actually did one time to this one girl, who as it turned out was wearing Uggs at the time. We have bonded over our mutual dislike of Uggs and all things Ugg-related. (Not to mention all the other, more horrible furry boots that have become trendy in the now relatively benign Ugg’s wake.)
Anyway, in my dream the Uggs morphed as I told Alex about them into “Not Uggs exactly,” but these, like horrible lace-up fur-trimmed monstrosities that were far worse than the original basic Ugg.

Unrelated: we saw a man wearing Uggs yesterday.

V-Day recap tk.