Pregnancy dreams, retail therapy
Pregnancy dreams are weird. Last night they were really unpleasant. First, I had a miscarriage. Then there were some more vague dreams, and the only thing I can remember is that bad things were happening. This afternoon I was in dire need of a nap and didn't set the alarm, so I slept for over three hours. Three dream filled hours during which I attended a huge party complete with grilled steaks, a giant swimming pool, a basketball game, and a mariachi band entertaining me while I drank margaritas. Great dream, right? Keep readin'. After the party I murdered someone --possibly Tim-- by squeezing his head off with some kind of outer space looking implement, and then got sucked into an alien spaceship owned by NBC and American liberals who were taking over the country by using the media to brainwash people.
Another dream was about me missing work and not calling in. My dad was working (he's a truck driver) and I decided to go with him for some reason. We left at 5:00 a.m. and it was too early to call in to work. Once in the truck, I fell asleep. When I woke up at 11:30 I realized I had missed the window for calling in to work. I called my boss and explained it, and she was super understanding about it. (Rrrright.) It's not surprising that I'd have a dream about missing work. It's surprising that even my dreams are about sleeping.
Anyway, now that my nap is over, I could use some sleep.
I did get a few things done before my three hour nap. Haverty's delivered our bed and nightstand this morning. The dresser has to wait until next weekend for some reason, but I was up at the crack of 7:30 to meet the delivery men. At 7:45 they told us they'd be here in 20 minutes, and an hour later they arrived. Once the bed was set up, we realized that we would need a step ladder or an elevator to get up onto it, so we called the salesman back and asked if we could trade the regular foundation for the low profile kind. That takes four inches off the height of the bed. The salesman said they'd do it, so the new foundation is coming with the dresser in a week.
After the furniture guys were gone, I headed to the other end of town to get a haircut. The gayish guy who cut my hair last time was working, so I requested him, and one of the less-than-busy ladies got pissy with me about it. Whatever. My hair looks great. Or at least better than it did. Once my hair was kickin' ass, I went to JC Penney to buy a comforter set that was on sale. Almost all my bedding is queen size, and the new bed is a king. Retail therapy. It's a beautiful thing.
Another dream was about me missing work and not calling in. My dad was working (he's a truck driver) and I decided to go with him for some reason. We left at 5:00 a.m. and it was too early to call in to work. Once in the truck, I fell asleep. When I woke up at 11:30 I realized I had missed the window for calling in to work. I called my boss and explained it, and she was super understanding about it. (Rrrright.) It's not surprising that I'd have a dream about missing work. It's surprising that even my dreams are about sleeping.
Anyway, now that my nap is over, I could use some sleep.
I did get a few things done before my three hour nap. Haverty's delivered our bed and nightstand this morning. The dresser has to wait until next weekend for some reason, but I was up at the crack of 7:30 to meet the delivery men. At 7:45 they told us they'd be here in 20 minutes, and an hour later they arrived. Once the bed was set up, we realized that we would need a step ladder or an elevator to get up onto it, so we called the salesman back and asked if we could trade the regular foundation for the low profile kind. That takes four inches off the height of the bed. The salesman said they'd do it, so the new foundation is coming with the dresser in a week.
After the furniture guys were gone, I headed to the other end of town to get a haircut. The gayish guy who cut my hair last time was working, so I requested him, and one of the less-than-busy ladies got pissy with me about it. Whatever. My hair looks great. Or at least better than it did. Once my hair was kickin' ass, I went to JC Penney to buy a comforter set that was on sale. Almost all my bedding is queen size, and the new bed is a king. Retail therapy. It's a beautiful thing.
