You have too many minus one.

Yes, and I refuse to pack that one up until the day I move. It is just too pretty.

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Boy, if Hubby started in on the "I'm going to weigh less than you-ou" thing, he'd be an ex-Hubby.

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This ornament is the same pattern as the teacup he got me.

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Boy, if Hubby started in on the "I'm going to weigh less than you-ou" thing, he'd be an ex-Hubby.

Connie, just so you know, in the above sentence I read "ex" as "no longer living due to violence" vs. "legally separated."

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They now occur four to five times a year. I wake up, quite literally, screaming. It's become a ritual. Nic pats me on the arm, sleepily says "All the men you've loved loved you back, especially me" and waits for me to fall back asleep.

Fucking abandonment dreams. Horrible.

Oh brr. I just had one of those last week. I despise them.

Also, having seen sj with her boy, I have to say that he is totally into her in that "I will move with your family and look at you adoringly in the process" kind of way.

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Connie, just so you know, in the above sentence I read "ex" as "no longer living due to violence" vs. "legally separated."

There was another interpretation?

(I'm now picturing connie channelling John Cleese - "This... is an EX-Hubby! He's bleedin' demised!")

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Connie, just so you know, in the above sentence I read "ex" as "no longer living" vs. "legally separated."

It didn't occur to me that there was another reading besides "no longer living" until I saw this.

I can't see sj's pattern.

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I dreamed last night that I went with Nick to meet his dad, dumped Greg and went back to Nick's dad, and woke up feeling like a total jerk for dumping Greg, and couldn't shake it even though he was right there. Also, Nick's dad owned a fetish bar. It wasn't even a club, just a bar.

Then I rushed around, got ready, went to PT, to find out that my appt. isn't until Monday and felt like an idiot when they asked me why I was there. Got back home and the babies were total pains in the ass, Greg had to go to work and won't be home until 10ish, and I can't focus on the work I need to do. I just want to go back to bed.

Man, I'm fun today.

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Nora, it's okay. I dreamed that Topic!Cindy changed her name to Lightbulbs.

Yes, and my husband's mind went immediately to headlights (as it often does *sigh*) and then I had to tell him who Polter-Cow was, and that he probably meant nothing of the sort. Thankfully, dh already knows who UTTAD is (because UTTAD allegedly sent us a highly, some might even say 'extra', legal copy of some movie with elves in it) so I didn't have to give background on two people.

Boy, if Hubby started in on the "I'm going to weigh less than you-ou" thing, he'd be an ex-Hubby.

Mmmm. Yeah. Dh has enough sisters that he's actually been well trained on those little things. He knows how to answer all of the (what we call) Arlo-and-Janis questions, and what to say when I get my hair cut, particularly if it is a departure from the last cut.

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{{{Deena}}}

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