Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Come Here, Bozo. I Need To Smack You

It's five-thirty a.m. I am up, waiting for Owen. Mr. Moon got up too. I have no idea why. We'll all be going back to bed after Owen eats his cheese toast.
I had one of those nights where I was awake every ten minutes, worrying about ridiculous stuff. When I was asleep I was dreaming about ridiculous stuff.

I hate those nights so much.

I want to punch them in the nose.


  1. Me too. I had an exorcism going on in my head last night. I was just watching mind you - no clue what that was all about.

  2. I don't have many of those anymore. But I did have weird dreams last night.

  3. Sweet morning dream wishes to the three of you!

  4. Jeannie- I have never dreamed of an exorcism. Strange one, that.

    Syd- Well, it's probably the moon.

    lulumarie- Dreaming was much better when Owen got in bed with us.

  5. I loved that last line. You always make me laugh like a little kid.


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