Last night I dreamt that my roomie ate the last Eggo waffle. Ordinarily that wouldn’t be such a big deal, but that waffle was the only food item left in our kitchen.
This morning, I woke, shuffled down the hallway, and opened the freezer door. There sat the lone food item, my breakfast, my Eggo waffle.
Thanks to my roomie for not eating it. It was yummy. And I guess a trip to the grocery store is in order this afternoon.
- theCallowQueen
- In the down-hill tumble of life, I'm okay with the scratches and bruises; it's the broken bones that I'm trying to avoid.
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Yea grocery store! By the way, what did you eat when I was gone?
You and your wild and crazy dreams. ;)
I've been having really strange dreams lately. I don't remember most of them—I think partially because I don't want to remember them because they've been kind of stressful—but they've all been too realistic lately and not weird enough. Like last night I had a dream that we were all going back to school somewhere and we were all roomates in a really big room. The thing that sucked was that everybody else had full size beds but Leah and I had like the crappiest skinniest twin beds you've ever seen. We complained and they brought in a frame for a full sized bed and put two of the skinny mattresses on it side by side. Isn't that boring? There was some more interesting things that happened but I can't remember them any more. All I remember are the crappy beds. And Jacob taunting us about how big and fluffy his bed was.
To my roomie: I ate a little of this, a little of that, and out as much as possible. I missed you!
To yellowdancer21: It is so his personality to taunt us about his big, fluffy bed. And he teases because he knows we want it, not because he actually appreciates it. He's happy with a twin mattress on the floor.
It made me think of our old dorm beds. I used to put a plywood board under mine so it wouldn't sag as badly. By the time we moved to towers, I was fed up with the whole thing and moved in my bed from home.
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