Oh, and speaking of nightmares....:) Have you seen that site dedicated to the people you see at Walmart? http://www.peopleofwalmart.com/ Well, let me tell you.....they were all at my local Walmart yesterday! What a circus! I wish I had taken my own camera. Almost all of them were wearing leggings and with very short shirts. Now, this is a look not carried off well by very many people. In my personal opinion, leggings belong on little girls or 13 year olds. OK...there are some younger women who can get away with this look also. BUT women over 40....not so much! You can camoflauge cellulite in black but it doesn't make it go away and when you pair it with high heels...oooooohhhhheeeeeeeeeeehhhhhh now there is something dreams are made of!
Another peculiar thing about my dreams. In all my dreams that involve my children they are exactly 7 years old. They never age they are always, always 7 years old! I need to go back and read my diaries from that year and see what traumatic thing happened that stopped their age progression in my subconscious! Gad, I'm strange!
I've been thinking alot about mattresses lately. I have no idea why since I absolutely love my bed and have no intention of purchasing another one but there are so many to choose from. You can have a sleep # bed which will give you one more identifying marker. Maybe I could finally be able to say I'm a 10! I once looked at one of those thermopedic beds, you know the mattress you lay down on and when you get up there is a complete body print left behind. It reminded too much of a chalk outline in a crime scene. Besides, my body impression is not the last thing I want to see as I start my day.
and just for fun.........
A Montana rancher got in his pickup and drove to a neighboring ranch and knocked at the door. A young boy, about 9, opened the door. "Is your Dad home?" the rancher asked. "No sir, he isn't," the boy replied. "He went into town."
"Well," said the rancher, "Is your Mother here?"
"No sir, she's not here either. She went into town with Dad."
"How about your brother, Howard? Is he here?"
"No sir, He went with Mom and Dad."
The rancher stood there for a few minutes, shifting from one foot to the other and mumbling to himself.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" the boy asked politely. "I know where all the tools are, if you want to borrow one. Or maybe I could take a message for Dad."
"Well," said the rancher uncomfortably, "I really wanted to talk to your Dad. It's about your brother Howard getting my daughter, Suzie, pregnant."'
The boy considered for a moment. "You would have to talk to Pa about that," he finally conceded. "If it helps you any, I know that Pa charges $500 for the bull and $50 for the hog, but I really don't know how much he gets for Howard."