I didn't blog today because I had a tummy ache.
I never have tummy aches.
I think it's all those Cap'n Crunch Berries.
My hub says maybe it's stress.
"Whateva," I told him. "What do I have to be stressed about? It's not like anything life altering has happened to me lately."
I also didn't blog today because I had a crazy dream last night where I was rushing around packing and cleaning because I was moving. To Utah. It was the kind of dream that feels so real that when you wake up your pillow is wet and your eyes are sweaty.
It was also the kind of dream where you wake up . . . but you don't . . . you only think you did. You know the kind where somewhere in the back of your mind you know you're asleep and if you concentrate hard enough you know you'll be able to wake yourself up.
In the dream my kids were getting ready for school, only it wasn't their school it was some school in Utah. And my hub was there trying read scriptures to us, only it wasn't my hub because my hub never tries to read scriptures to us. And I was making spaghetti with a wire whisk because I didn't have a spatula. And then my daughter said it tasted like POOH! She never says my spaghetti tastes like POOH!
In my dream I kept looking around and saying This is not my life! What happened to my life?
And then my next door neighbor Martha called and said she had ordered me some more magic pants from Kohls.com.
I took a deep breath and thought THIS is my life. All is well.
Mahalo for pinching me awake, Martha. Maybe I'll be able to blog tomorrow.