I had the weirdest dream last night involving Eddie Brock/Tom Hardy (it kept changing in the dream) but no Venom and Deadpool and some weird demon dog thing that I had to go through some kind of video game type sequence to flip to a devoted, affectionate, dog who could fight for me. Part of it was very action-y/video game ish and then the rest was more a domestic thing. Where someone who looked like Martin Freeman was my step dad, who I saw as more of my real dad. To the point where I forgot (in the dream) he wasn't my real dad.

For you Friday Night Lights fans, Scott Porter as part of an a cappella rendition of the Halo theme music: [link]

There's a woman on YouTube (she does historical clothing) who has a pet guinea pig; as a present, her sister painted a portrait of said guinea pig as a Renaissance nobleman.

Of course. That's what one would do.

There's also one of a different guinea pig titled "Mona Liza"

I had a dream recently where some group of people and I were making Very Important deviled eggs. The whites were on a plate on the ceiling, and you had to climb up a ladder and fill each one overhead. I got fed up and said, "or we could just take them down and do it on the counter."

I woke up pretty damn proud of myself.

You weren't wrong.

Timelies all!

Grrrr….so Mr. S is down to one day’s worth of one of his meds. I called his doctor yesterday and we got things set up that they sent a new prescription to the pharmacy we use. Went there after work and they didn’t have it. Called the doctor’s office again and they re-sent it. Still, that’s quite annoying.

took a cookie sheet out of the oven, put it down wrong, dropped two cookies on the floor.

hell, yes, I ate them anyway. Couldn't give them to anyone!

The rest will cool and I think I will stick them in the freezer for holiday use.

I went over to some friends’ house today with another couple and made them dinner and got to play with their six month old. And then we watched “The Craft” which was awful but amusing and seasonal.

My dog, on the other hand, is whining very quietly about being crated right now, even though we do this every night. The lights are off dog! Go to sleep!

Blood is drawn. Fifteen minutes waiting for the place to open, 10 minutes checking in and getting poked, not bad. Now waiting for the pharmacy to open and considering going to get breakfast first but I know if I leave I am likely to forget that I need to come back…