I dreamed last night that we moved to a place in the mountains and there were owls everywhere. One owl tried to attack me. It was scary. The owl was reddish-brown and had those feathers that sprout from they spooky eye area. The dream woke me up. Seriously.
Also dreamed I went out in public in my slippers.
I was watching Rachael Ray today and woman put shredded carrots in a sloppy joe. What the hell? I haven't had a sloppy joe since, like, 1987, but ew — carrots? I suppose I should also tell y'all that I only like carrots raw or candied, the way my great-grandmother made them. I love vegetables, but I'm weird about carrots.
The oldest child asked me never to make whole wheat pasta again and made a face like she was going to die.
Among the many things I've done this week, I've given a friend tattoo advice. No, I do not have a tattoo myself, but that doesn't matter.
Rachael Ray also said that EVOO gives you a healthy coat — is she cooking for dogs now? Sorry I keep writing about Rachael Ray, but the woman confounds me.
Mommie Dearest is on right now — the hubs won't let me watch it. He's never even seen it! Like I've always said, one can learn a lot from Mommie Dearest — even men. The board room scene is great for learning on how to make a business meeting go in your favor.
I'm pretty sure I have a sinus/ear infection. I had this last month too. When you have a sinus infection in sort of feels like a hangover, but without the pesky calories of alcohol.
Now I'm hopped up on Sudafed, which feels even weirder.
Can my sinuses make my neck hurt? Just wondering.
My nails are too long to type well. They're slowing down my usual super-fast typing skills (which are second only to my super-quick wit).
I may live blog Julius Caesar tomorrow night from Tulane. Who knows. I'm bringing the iPad.
