monday night i dreamed that my seventy-four year old mother was moving the lawn with a vintage pushmower and somehow managed to suck up my precious pepito in the contraption. next thing i know i'm holding my poor kitty in my arms wrapped in one of my grandmother's old quilts and telling my mom to get out the phone book and find the nearest vet. oy. i was never so relieved to wake up and know it was just a dream.
tuesday night i apparently went to the psychologist to have some tests run. he came back with the results and told me that i had a life threatening condition with my PERSONALITY. and then he left me hanging. all night long it seemed. i was rather annoyed to wake up and not KNOW what my problem was.
last night in dreamland our cub scout troop was camping out in an abandoned factory building. we discovered it was contaminated with a deadly disease and evacuated immediately. i alone went in to set all the explosives and detonate the entire facility. i am woman, hear me roar. i've felt like i could conquer the world today.
i don't think i could possibly make this stuff up. strange. very very strange.
(oh. and this is yet another image i was supposed to blog back in october. the niece in england wanted to see grandma's new couch. better late than never, right jessica?)