dreeeeaaaaam weaver!
okay so i know i'm a little post-happy lately, but i had a really peculiar dream and i wanted to share it all with you fine folk.
i was the second wife of some really important guy, but not like he was divorced, like in a polygamous situation. (jes, i'm lookin' at you) and we got along swimmingly, us wives, because she was real sweet and so am i. anyway, i think our husband was in the mob or something. we were at the airport and we got like these special helper ladies to carry our bags and walk with us and they were really nice. and then we didn't have to wait at the gate either, they just let us right in. also, they were giving away free ice cream! vanilla ice cream, with caramel on top. it was pretty sweet. i was a fan of that. and then, i guess we were getting off the airplane (which was pimped out) and we were someplace hot and sticky. i think it was tropical. and my oldest brother lived there, and he was married with three kids. a little girl and twin boys. they were really adorable. so anyway, we're chillin' on a picnic bench in his backyard that has no grass, and eating hamburgers or something. and there's more ice cream (with caramel). there were other weird details, and most everything at the airport was really fancy and neat and space-aged. it was pretty sweet. i think my brother lived next to a tire yard or something though. so his place was less glamorous. also, i think he was in the mob too.
then i woke up, and now i want ice cream.
i was the second wife of some really important guy, but not like he was divorced, like in a polygamous situation. (jes, i'm lookin' at you) and we got along swimmingly, us wives, because she was real sweet and so am i. anyway, i think our husband was in the mob or something. we were at the airport and we got like these special helper ladies to carry our bags and walk with us and they were really nice. and then we didn't have to wait at the gate either, they just let us right in. also, they were giving away free ice cream! vanilla ice cream, with caramel on top. it was pretty sweet. i was a fan of that. and then, i guess we were getting off the airplane (which was pimped out) and we were someplace hot and sticky. i think it was tropical. and my oldest brother lived there, and he was married with three kids. a little girl and twin boys. they were really adorable. so anyway, we're chillin' on a picnic bench in his backyard that has no grass, and eating hamburgers or something. and there's more ice cream (with caramel). there were other weird details, and most everything at the airport was really fancy and neat and space-aged. it was pretty sweet. i think my brother lived next to a tire yard or something though. so his place was less glamorous. also, i think he was in the mob too.
then i woke up, and now i want ice cream.