I was contemplating the Hello Kitty electronics display (popcorn popper, waffle iron, toaster and coffee maker) thinking Trudy and GC needed this stuff (Hello Kitty! functional!) when a woman came by, looked at it, sneered, and said "what child needs a coffee maker?" I told her that *I* know some ... grown-ups wasn't quite appropriate ... who'd love it. She looked at it again, shook her head, and walked off.

I have the toaster and the coffee maker! I had beans on Hello Kitty toast just last night and PMoon gave me the coffee maker as a house warming (or possibly birthday) present!!!!!!

I don't have room for the others, but I think I'd pass on the waffle iron anyway... not enough holes to make them true waffles.

I thought HK was relegated to your bathroom, Trudy!

She's moving into the living space. There'll be no stopping her now.

dreams where I have to go back to college and live in the dorms with all these annoying young freshmen....

Yes! And I'm always trying to find someplace to stash my husband, which is such a bizarre thing for my subconscious to do. Unless I'm trying to combine the niftiness of having a hubby with the relativel pleasantness of college (out of my parents's house without worrying about how I was paying for my next meal).

I dream about living in other houses a lot, too, houses with lots of little rooms and winding hallways.

She's moving into the living space. There'll be no stopping her now.

HK is of the devil. Those empty eyes are really a portal into the fearsome Nether Realms, wherein lurks darkness beyond the ken of mankind and which is home to creatures both fell and loathsome.

It's not a good thing.

The Hello Kitty vibrator totally squicked me for any form of HK. Just so wrong.

It's a really gorgeous day, and I want to go see a movie.

But, that means I have to go all the way into downtown, and I don't wanna. And, then I'd go by the yarn store, and that's never good. And, I have 9 more batches of bark to make today.

t /whine

Nevermind. That tag never closes.

Finishing up some class I'd blown off. In these dreams I always know that I'm a college graduate, and I keep telling myself, "You graduated college, they don't make you go back to high school to finish things up if you've graduated from college." I'm rarely in class in these dreams, normally just wandering around the commons area in front of the cafeteria and poking around the high school library.

My variation is that I'm in college, I realize I've been not going to a class that I meant to, but didn't, drop, and I have to finish the course whether I want to or not. I'm also always aware that I've already finished college, but I can't help but panic because I haven't done any of the reading.

Frank is me. I suddenly realize I need to go to class, and then I realized I haven't been in like, months, and I really have to go but I'm really scared to, etc...

In my high school dreams, I always walk through the band room doors the age I am now, wearing regular clothes. When I pass the threshold, I am suddenly dressed in my concert uniform, holding my music folder, and it's about 20 minutes til the concert.

I get my french horn out of my locker, but I can't find my mouthpiece. I find one, sit down in my chair (second - the chair I held my senior year), open the music folder on my stand, and it's nothing I have ever played before nor seen. I don't know the fingerings to any of the notes, I don't know how to count in 4/4 time. It's like I'm in 5th grade again, picking up the horn for the first time ever. And then, we file out for the concert.

I always wake up before the concert, usually in a cold sweat.

I dreamed I was in high school again last night.

First, the construction of this sentence just made me think, "Last night, I dreamt I went to Manderley again."

In these dreams I always know that I'm a college graduate, and I keep telling myself, "You graduated college, they don't make you go back to high school to finish things up if you've graduated from college."

The next thing I know I'm trying desperately to think of a job I can get now that I'm a high school drop out and thinking that I'll never find anything stuck in southwest Pennsylvania. Meanwhile, my brain is repeating, "You have a job, it's a pretty good job, you have a place to live, you even have a husband."

I have these dreams, but they are ALWAYS, without fail, about grade school. I have NO idea what that means, and I'm not sure I want to.

ION, Teppy doesn't wannnnnnnnt to be a career girl!

(That was not a cue for Scola to find me a new job; it's a cue for Scola to find me a sugar daddy.)