I get a FB message from Joe's dad this afternoon saying "Yeah. Today doesn't work for us. How about tomorrow or Monday."

Listen, Em's grandparents. It's your granddaughter's birthday. Today. Pick up the phone and CALL.

Oh Aims, that's not right. I'm sorry the grandparents were so awful. I hope that Emeline had an awesome day.

Ugh. Family dynamics. I'm sorry, for Emiline's sake, that the g'rents are being selfish. Hopefully, she is so fulfilled by the other awesome stuff happening (that smile on fb was so sweet!) that she hasn't even noticed.

I'm with Typo on the vivid dreaming thing. (Plus? Headless Ex, ewww! Be more headless and, therefore, shhhh!!)

I've mentioned before that since doing the Shawn Achor 'make happiness work for you' ritual every night, my sleep has improved remarkably and I have had none of the stress wake-ups or bad dreams that were fairly common. It's been 70 days!

Well. Last night, I had the strangest dream, which involved Consuela...whom I do not even know!

And yet, there she was, walking through my house as if she's been here a hundred times. Her aspect was so incredibly clear, I could not even believe it. The power of one photograph, eh? By the way, your hair looked great!

Anywhoo. I got out of bed and followed her down the stairs, toward my front door, wondering what she was doing here.

It was super dark, then, out of the dark, a large male hand reached out and grasped my right hand. Not hard, not spooky, more caressing.

I looked down and said, "Good."

Somehow, that so freaked me out, I woke up. And was SO FREAKED OUT, I actually got up and went to the steps, sure I would see someone there.

I went to the bathroom and, was...did I mention...so FREAKed out, that I shoved a chair in front of my bedroom door.

I told this dream to a friend of mine who wonders if someone is going to try and help me with something, and I will be suspicious of them.

Works for me, as I have no earthly idea why Consuela would be interested in my house, or who that disembodied hand belonged to.

Weird.

Speaking of weird dreams, one of mine came true the other day. Back when I was pregnant with Franny, I had a dream that I was in my dining room and looking into the kitchen. There's an opening between the two rooms, and from the dining room I could see the whole kitchen. A short, child sized, sheet-over-the-head ghost walked into the kitchen. I walked over to investigate. The floating sheet just hovered there silently, so I said "hello" and put my hand out. A bony hand reached towards mine.

So skip ahead ten years, and there I am standing in my kitchen. Franny comes floating into the room silently, costumed as a ghost with a blanket over her head, and just hovers beside me. I did quite a double take.

I guess this means Consuela needs to come to DC and float through my house too.

Burrell, that's creepy and cool. My gramma would say your first dream was Franny's soul coming home and getting ready to be born.

It just took me nearly six hours to drive home, a drive that's usually a little over three hours. Do not like. Also, ow. My joints do not appreciate sitting for that long, and my right ankle really doesn't appreciate all the gas-brake-gas-brake-etc of stop-and-go traffic. It took over an hour to drive the last two miles of the highway.

Yikes! Glad you are safe and sound. Hope the pain goes away quickly.

It sounds like there was a big accident up in MA, near Worcester?? Is that SJ land? Just making sure all our Buffistas are safe and sound.

My gramma would say your first dream was Franny's soul coming home and getting ready to be born.

I'm good with that. My interpretation at the time was that the dream had to do with saying goodbye to my own childhood and preparing to become a mother.

Yeah, Em's grandparents? Kinda lame. Yes, Msbelle is wise--just saving keystrokes on "My Cat From Hell"(and debating buying some holistic calming oil that Jackson swears by)