Yesterday a coworker and I were discussing how exciting our lives are. She was going to go home and watch tv. I had big plans to deworm my cat.

She watched tv.

I helped M catch a couple pink convicts from the fish tank and we took them to the pet store to get rid of them. M keeps buying cute little pretty fish and the pinkies kept eating them. Little expensive in my mind, but hey, it's not my tank. We got rid of those and this giant loach thing that was suppose to be a bottom feeder, but we've seen him slurping up feeder guppies like an addict snorting cocaine. Vegetarian my ass!

We traded them in for 3 dozen feeder guppies and a crayfish. Plus M bought a peacock eel, which they dropped on the floor. Ok, they claim he jumped, but there were no impartial witnesses. We bought him any how, he has a 2 week life insurance policy. He was swimming quite happily this morning, so I think he'll make it. If not, it's a baggie grave for him and he'll be refunded or credited. If only people worked like that!

After that we watched tv, I made dinner, I gave Mouser-Moo Moo some kitty cookies, and went to bed. I slept great until I was woken up by this horrible keening sound. It was M, having a nightmare. He was crying, shaking, and wailing in his sleep. I rubbed his back and told him it was all okay. He wailed a few more times, said "bullshit," sobbed once more, and starting snoring. Me? I laughed my ass off and went back to sleep. He didn't remember a thing of it this morning. I had odd dreams about my family.

I dreamt my cousin Joanne was getting having her third marriage ceremony, but it was just the ceremony not a remarriage. Seems she just liked to dress up and get more gifts. So I took a toothpick and wrote in the frosting on the wedding cake something about pee. Uh-huh. My Aunt Lu was there, but she was bloated to four times her normal size. They had to lift her in a wheel chair. I remember standing behind my Aunt Irene going into the church and thinking how long it had been since I had seen her. She's been dead since the early 90s (and I presume she still is) but she was looking healthy in my dream. I spent the majority of the ceremony whispering to my 2nd cousin Theresa about how much of a wedding whore Joanne was.

After that I was on some adventure where I had to find a yellow button hidden in my bedroom in a given amount of time or I would die. When the alarm went off I was looking in some empty oil containers. You know, the little quart size ones. Why they would be in my room, I don't know, but then why I would be fighting for my life by finding a yellow button is beyond my comprehension.

Honestly, I don't want to interrpret that dream. None of it! I don't know why I was thinking about Joanne, who has been married twice, once lavishly in 1980 and once again after divorcing her cheating husband only a year later. I don't know her new husband's name. Or her last name. Or her kid's names. I know she has two, a boy and a girl. I've never met them as far as I know. Heck, I've not seen Joanne in about 4 or 5 years. I think her oldest is about 10. The whole button thing is just nothing I want translated. I'm sure it means I'm looking for meaning in my life or something like that.

And to answer the question, I had grilled pork chops, corn on the cob, and garlic mashed potatoes for dinner with a lovely chilled glass of milk.

My real life may be a snoozer, but my snoozing is exciting!

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