So, I haven't been sleeping well this week. I let myself run out of Flexaril because I thought it didn't really affect me but as it turns out it must because I have been waking up at 3:00 am EVERY NIGHT THIS WEEK. I am picking up a refill PRONTO.
Of course, it hasn't helped matters that Wes' new wireless printer is POSSESSED. It is stationed in our bedroom behind the TV and occasionally decides to turn itself on and print something that no ones cares about. And it only does this at 3:00 am. Once it printed Wes' pay stub. Last night it printed a receipt for a donation I made to Samaritan's Purse LAST WEEK. And my laptop came on and beeped and its lights got all bright and flashy and I think they are conspiring together to drive me insane. Why do my electronic devices hate me?
So I finally fell back asleep around 5:00-ish and then I had the most bizarre dream. I dreamed that I was at a party with June Gardens of Bye Bye Pie which is weird since I don't actually know her.
Sidenote: If you don't read June you are really missing out because she is the funniest person I don't really know.
Another important note: June is known for having really BIG HAIR. She regales her readers regularly with tales of her hair woes and usually treats us to a picture of her unruly hair too. And as far as I can tell from her blog she and her husband, Marvin, are about the same age.
So we're at this party and June shows up with very short, very straight, very manly hair. And Carpoolqueen was there too, which is also weird but not AS weird because at least I really do know her in real life. So, Carpoolqueen sidles up next to me and looks at June's new man-do and whispers, "Disappointing, isn't it? And didn't I tell you that she is WAY older than Marvin?!" And then I realized that June looked like Ernest Borgnine!
I have no idea what this means.
Oh, and I also dreamed that we had another dog that we forgot about and I found it in the backyard, starving and dehydrated. I was kneeling over it's poor, emaciated body and weeping in despair and completely wracked with guilt.
If you'll excuse me, I need to go do a head count and make sure all the critters are accounted for and then I'm going to pick up my prescription.