Last night, I had the funkiest dream. It completely revolved around
darealmillah for some reason (hi! *waves*) and it was all about him trying to look cool by dragging me all over downtown Milwaukee to hip resteraunts. At one point, he was even trying to show off the quality of the dining chairs to me. The best part was that the topic of conversation was how unhappy he had been on the date I had set him up with. His date? My sister.
I woke up with a big "the hell?" look on my face, believe me.
My doctor's appointment was NOT the best. He put me on another month of bed-rest... I'm going to be so crazy by the time I get to actually go out on a regular basis.