Maybe it was our visit to the zoo last week.
Or maybe it was last night's episode of the Bachelor on safari in South Africa. (hello, fantasy tree house!)
I had more than one dream about giraffes last night. Are they the most unbelievable creatures or what? Last night, one was living in my backyard (which was significantly larger than my actual yard). It was freakin' awesome. I don't know how I would afford to feed it, though. Or keep away those rascal boys who frequently walk across my roof (true).
And which pattern would I choose, anyway?
Seriously, favorite animal.
I also happened to dream that I had Emily's body. Son of a gun.
Good thing I am content with my reality. Right?