Weekend Observations
11 January 2010
Hope everyone enjoyed their weekend. I barely cracked the novel I’m currently reading, so it wasn’t exactly what I expected, but it was a good one nonetheless. (I think it’s so weird that “nonetheless” is a word. Like did we all just get tired of hyphenating it, so it got shoved together?) It included a surprise box of Krispy Kremes, and a gorgeous hand cut glass pitcher, so you know it couldn’t have been too bad.
I woke up Saturday morning slightly shaken from a bad dream. Pregnancy dreams are bizarre anyway. Like last week, I dreamed Ben, my husband, gave Cuba Gooding Junior malaria from an e-mail forward. We hadn’t watched a Cuba Gooding Junior movie, and we hadn’t been talking about malaria, so I have no idea where that came from.
But Saturday morning, I dreamt Ben sent me an e-mail saying, “Don’t read this review,” with the link attached. Dream me isn’t so different from real me, and she clicked on it. It was a one-star review on Amazon from a teenager, which is like my worst nightmare. I mean, if an adult gives Out with the In Crowd a bad review, you always have the comfort of being able to say, “Well, you’re not my target audience.” The review basically talked about how she would use my book for firewood if she couldn’t resell it on Amazon. I don’t understand how dreams work, and I’m totally fascinated by the fact that my brain manufactured a lousy review of my book.
The other Saturday observation was that we often go to Old Navy to buy my husband something specific. We walk out with his something specific … and three or four items for me as well. Ben pointed this out to me last time it happened, but I really didn’t think it would happen this time because we were going to an Old Navy with no maternity section. And why would I buy non-maternity clothes right now? Um, because they’re cute and cheap. One of the shirts is short sleeved, but I rigged a way for me to wear it today since I won’t be able to wear it again until, like, August. I also didn’t factor in Old Navy carrying an adorable argyle bag. Argyle = Stephanie-loves-and-wants-to-own almost 100% of the time. When it’s $6, it becomes impossible to refuse.
Hope everyone’s week is starting off well!
Comments
My Grandpa Weaver always said that strange dreams were due to something you ate – but I’m choosing to believe that nothing as good as Krispy Kreme could cause a bad-review dream!
Posted by Debbie McCool on 11 January 2010
Boy am I glad I got you those argyle socks, then! =)
And I hope you ate a Krispy Kreme for me.
Posted by Roseanna White on 11 January 2010