This is your brain. Drugs might be better.
So I had a combination of weird dreams last night.
The first one involved the husband and kidlets and I moving from a house here in Washington to a house in California. It was a gorgeous house, three stories, all down the side of a mountain-type thing, and the bottom floor was the bedrooms and there were all these *spaces* that I could put things. It was really awesome, except my inlaws bought us all new furniture and we had to find a way to put it everywhere, and there was another really cool apartment involved with a guy that collected all this dark-themed Mardi Gras stuff and then Brian Dennehy was there, only as some character in a movie who used to be a football coach, but now he was in with a bad group of guys and they wanted something that was still in the house, so some lady tried to get it from my kids, but one of my kids threw a golf ball and shattered the sliding glass door.
I DON'T KNOW.
And then it was a dream about a kids' baseball team, only it was narrated like A Christmas Story and it involved one kid really wanting to be a broadcaster and how the main team just kept losing, but they played hard every year and then even though no one wanted the pier to go in, it went in without any complaint a few years later and everyone was happy and I DON'T KNOW, OKAY? My brain is a weird place.
And now I'm debating going to the book store and the dollar store before the Super Bowl, but that involves pants and a bra, and that seems like a lot of effort to just go look around, you know? But there would be no children and no husband.
So my husband showed me the new Passat commercial they made for the Super Bowl called "The Force" and...well, okay, that's sort of like my life. Too cute
The first one involved the husband and kidlets and I moving from a house here in Washington to a house in California. It was a gorgeous house, three stories, all down the side of a mountain-type thing, and the bottom floor was the bedrooms and there were all these *spaces* that I could put things. It was really awesome, except my inlaws bought us all new furniture and we had to find a way to put it everywhere, and there was another really cool apartment involved with a guy that collected all this dark-themed Mardi Gras stuff and then Brian Dennehy was there, only as some character in a movie who used to be a football coach, but now he was in with a bad group of guys and they wanted something that was still in the house, so some lady tried to get it from my kids, but one of my kids threw a golf ball and shattered the sliding glass door.
I DON'T KNOW.
And then it was a dream about a kids' baseball team, only it was narrated like A Christmas Story and it involved one kid really wanting to be a broadcaster and how the main team just kept losing, but they played hard every year and then even though no one wanted the pier to go in, it went in without any complaint a few years later and everyone was happy and I DON'T KNOW, OKAY? My brain is a weird place.
And now I'm debating going to the book store and the dollar store before the Super Bowl, but that involves pants and a bra, and that seems like a lot of effort to just go look around, you know? But there would be no children and no husband.
So my husband showed me the new Passat commercial they made for the Super Bowl called "The Force" and...well, okay, that's sort of like my life. Too cute