dreaming
This morning I helped my mum plant two rose bushes and seven strawberry plants. We have another flat of flowers from our Thursday trip to Bachmann's, but we didn't have time to get them in this morning. It is so beastly hot, I can't believe it. I did manage to kick my butt out of the house this afternoon to walk Rosy a second time, but that's about it. I had wanted to take my bike out, but I just couldn't get up the energy to do it.
Last night I had the most ridiculous of dreams. I was out to lunch with three of my co-workers, and we were at a fancy restaurant where you sit in a special room and have your dessert first, before going into the actual dining room. The waitress came up to our table with a tray, and I picked the one I wanted, and she was like, "Okay, you want Lesbian Number One?" And I'm like, "What?" And she points and says, "That one's Lesbian Number One. This is Lesbian Number Two..." &ct. &ct. And I'm like, okay, whatever, and she takes this little serving pitcher of chocolate something and dumps it all over the table, and it's dribbling into my lap, and the lap of my co-worker across from me, and we're looking at each other with raised eyebrows, and then it seems to evaporate into these tiny little bits of cherry or something, and my other co-work and I say at the same time, "what the hell are you paying for anyway?" Then I woke up laughing. I can just imagine the next time I go to a restaurant and they bring the dessert tray around... I'll have Lesbian Number One!!
There, a post that is not all sadness and gloom.
Last night I had the most ridiculous of dreams. I was out to lunch with three of my co-workers, and we were at a fancy restaurant where you sit in a special room and have your dessert first, before going into the actual dining room. The waitress came up to our table with a tray, and I picked the one I wanted, and she was like, "Okay, you want Lesbian Number One?" And I'm like, "What?" And she points and says, "That one's Lesbian Number One. This is Lesbian Number Two..." &ct. &ct. And I'm like, okay, whatever, and she takes this little serving pitcher of chocolate something and dumps it all over the table, and it's dribbling into my lap, and the lap of my co-worker across from me, and we're looking at each other with raised eyebrows, and then it seems to evaporate into these tiny little bits of cherry or something, and my other co-work and I say at the same time, "what the hell are you paying for anyway?" Then I woke up laughing. I can just imagine the next time I go to a restaurant and they bring the dessert tray around... I'll have Lesbian Number One!!
There, a post that is not all sadness and gloom.