My Practical Paleo book came in! Hooray. I've been waiting for it forever(7 days to be exact!). The bookstore was really awesome about calling me as soon as it came in because I told them I was leaving the country but not sure when. Also, it could have been because I called three or four times and they were tired of hearing from me.
Crazy dreams again? Yep. They always seem to be particularly crazy when I'm under a lot of stress. So last night/this morning I dreamed (is that even the right word?) that I was at some sort of fundraiser with a bunch of rich people and a woman who I don't particularly care for. Then somehow that transpired to me winning something but couldn't find my ticket until it was too late. I was so depressed I started cooking bacon (like a whole pound because I love bacon) and decided to run an errand. Go to run my errand and my car miraculously turns into a riding lawnmower...which coincidentally runs out of gas so I text my husband and he doesn't return my texts. What's a girl to do but sleep on her riding lawn mower in the middle of a street surrounded by wheat fields.
Then I woke up...kind of. I managed to trip over my suitcase (aptly so since it was laying in the middle of my bedroom floor and I was still pretty asleep), tripping over that sent me running into the wall saying a sleepy obscenity. After I made it out of the maze I call my bedroom, my eyes were still shut because there were lights on, I managed to walk into the wall next to the bathroom door, saying another obscenity and praying my husband didn't see or hear any of it.
"kjsdakj you didn't give me gas for my lawn mower." Of course it was jumbled and probably whispery because loud noises don't help you get back to sleep.
"What are you talking about? Are you okay? I heard you trip."
"My lawn mower ran out of gas and I was frying bacon. I had a dream about it."
"I'd say it was alcoholic bacon with as many walls as you ran into on your way to the bathroom."
I did my business, crawled back into bed and all I could muster up was "Have a good day, I love you. I don't understand why you didn't answer my text and bring my lawnmower gas. I had to sleep on the lawnmower."
"Don't get mad, it was just a dream babe. Of course I'd bring you gas for your lawn mower."
"I'm not mad, I just don't understand why you didn't check your phone until 5:40 a.m. I was in trouble and needed you. I had to sleep on the lawnmower babe."
He did as he does every morning, kissed me on the forehead (probably to avoid morning/dragon breath) and said he loves me. Why or how he loves me is an utter mystery. I'm ridiculous most days.
Xoxo
Riley Writes
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