Today I told my husband "I can't believe you let me sleep for 3 days straight!"
He gave me a puzzled look.
Then I told him how I felt like sleeping beauty, minus the handsome prince to kiss me awake, and how I had a bunch of crazy dreams about History Day dress rehearsals and soccer games and tennis matches and seeing Iwa at Costco.
When I got to the part about the kids finding carrots and broccoli and Burger King sweet and sour sauce in their Easter eggs he started laughing himself silly.
I was like, "I know, right?"
But he kept laughing his head off.
So I was like, "WHAT?"
Apparently, as it turns out, by the way, for your information, and for the record, I wasn't dreaming after all.
And he has photographic evidence to prove it:
Apparently I filled their eggs with McDonald's ketchup too.
And apparently I'm losing it so my husband, in his infinite love and wisdom, took it upon himself to grab my shoulders and shake some sense into me--with great zest.
"Enough already of the dream interpretations! IWA is NOT your favorite blogging friend!" He yelled, "You DID see her at Costco, fo' real!"
Then he pointed to the stacks and stacks of papers and final exams on the counter and said, "This is not a dream either. This must be completed and cleared out of here by Thursday at noon."
"And History Day dress rehearsals? NOT a DREAM! Our two oldest children are competing in the state competition on Saturday! "
By this time he was shouting in my face like Chris Farley.
"And your daughter? She's also competing in the state tennis tournament on Saturday! This is your reality! WAKE UP Little Suzy! Get'cha Get'cha Get'cha Get'cha head in the game!"
And then he broke into a choreographed musical number.
So thank you to all who have been offering dream interpretations (especially my next door neighbor, Martha, who sent me this link) but apparently, by the way, for the record, I am living the dream!
Which is to say I'm living the vida loca!