There was a U-haul in front of the morons house yesterday afternoon. I hope and pray that they are truly moving out and not just swapping one moron for another like they've done in the past. *sigh*
Sharky came home early yesterday afternoon because he had another one of his migraines. It gets me so worried when that happens but what can I do?
Bear had a blast yesterday. He made not only deviled eggs to bring to Bug's birthday party at Mom's today but he baked the cake as well! He did a fab job on both. It was hard to choose a cake for Bug since his request was "Not chocolate. Surprise me." LOL We ended up with an orange cake with lemon icing and decorated with candied fruit slices. Really turned out cute. I hope he likes it!
Dreamtime:
I was dating Sharky (but he wasn't Sharky) and lived in a house/apartment next to his brother and his wife. I went to visit and his brother said I wasn't allowed to see not-Sharky anymore, he was now living with his mother. I went next door and knocked and knocked until he answered (he and his mom were watching tv and had a hard time hearing me). He had been crying over something I did (?) and didn't want to see me. I convinced him to come out and go to a flea market with me.
We had to make a u-turn in the car and get gas. The gas station was familiar and I wondered if we had been there before. Only 2 pumps were there, the rest had been taken out and replaced with tourist t-shirts, etc., for sale. It was a full-service station and we had to wait for the owner to come out and fill up the car. He was an older, surly dude and was in a bad attitude. We were curious as to the price of camera lenses he had for sale but the prices were outrageous and he got mad that we didn't buy any. After the car was filled up, we asked for the best way to get out of the gas station and he motioned around back. We went around the back and it was all chained up. We realized he meant the side, which faced the road.
The car was now two flat motor scooters and we road side by side on our way to the flea market. Not-Sharky got close enough, he put his arm around me and the vehicles rode together as we chatted about our personal problems. He was still very upset and disappointed with me but I wasn't sure what I had done.
We walked around some stalls at the flea market and didn't see anything interesting until we realized that the market was actually the town and the best stuff was in the old buildings.
I was in a motel room with Connie and showing her an antique wedding dress. She asked if I had worn it in one of my previous weddings and I thought hard but believed I had not worn it before. I tried it on and showed her that it still fit. Not-Sharky was thrilled and excited to see me wearing it and was not happy with his physical response to it, more embarrassed. The dress was very tight and form-fitting and hard to remove.
It was missing 3 buttons on the top and I had to resew them and asked for Connie's help. She was more of a hindrance than a help. The buttons were actually small mother-of-pearl shells and she kept dropping the thread.
As I started sewing, she asked why the dress was named Bertha. I told her that I didn't know but Bertha was a feminine form of Ethelbert, a famous English King. The wall opened and Ethelbert was sitting there in a throne and Connie said I had to sew the button on his head (in the space between his eyebrows) to take control of him because he was evil. I stuck the needle in the back of his head and pulled it out between his eyebrows. He yelled and Connie held him down until I threaded the button and completed the stitch. Then a woman's voice came out of his mouth and said she was Bertha.
I then realized I was in some sort of fairy tale castle and was under arrest for killing the king. Somehow I managed to convince someone that I was innocent and that Connie had put me up to it. She was trapped in a coffin and I was allowed to go free, back to Not-Sharky. I don't remember what happened to the wedding dress.
I was dating Sharky (but he wasn't Sharky) and lived in a house/apartment next to his brother and his wife. I went to visit and his brother said I wasn't allowed to see not-Sharky anymore, he was now living with his mother. I went next door and knocked and knocked until he answered (he and his mom were watching tv and had a hard time hearing me). He had been crying over something I did (?) and didn't want to see me. I convinced him to come out and go to a flea market with me.
We had to make a u-turn in the car and get gas. The gas station was familiar and I wondered if we had been there before. Only 2 pumps were there, the rest had been taken out and replaced with tourist t-shirts, etc., for sale. It was a full-service station and we had to wait for the owner to come out and fill up the car. He was an older, surly dude and was in a bad attitude. We were curious as to the price of camera lenses he had for sale but the prices were outrageous and he got mad that we didn't buy any. After the car was filled up, we asked for the best way to get out of the gas station and he motioned around back. We went around the back and it was all chained up. We realized he meant the side, which faced the road.
The car was now two flat motor scooters and we road side by side on our way to the flea market. Not-Sharky got close enough, he put his arm around me and the vehicles rode together as we chatted about our personal problems. He was still very upset and disappointed with me but I wasn't sure what I had done.
We walked around some stalls at the flea market and didn't see anything interesting until we realized that the market was actually the town and the best stuff was in the old buildings.
I was in a motel room with Connie and showing her an antique wedding dress. She asked if I had worn it in one of my previous weddings and I thought hard but believed I had not worn it before. I tried it on and showed her that it still fit. Not-Sharky was thrilled and excited to see me wearing it and was not happy with his physical response to it, more embarrassed. The dress was very tight and form-fitting and hard to remove.
It was missing 3 buttons on the top and I had to resew them and asked for Connie's help. She was more of a hindrance than a help. The buttons were actually small mother-of-pearl shells and she kept dropping the thread.
As I started sewing, she asked why the dress was named Bertha. I told her that I didn't know but Bertha was a feminine form of Ethelbert, a famous English King. The wall opened and Ethelbert was sitting there in a throne and Connie said I had to sew the button on his head (in the space between his eyebrows) to take control of him because he was evil. I stuck the needle in the back of his head and pulled it out between his eyebrows. He yelled and Connie held him down until I threaded the button and completed the stitch. Then a woman's voice came out of his mouth and said she was Bertha.
I then realized I was in some sort of fairy tale castle and was under arrest for killing the king. Somehow I managed to convince someone that I was innocent and that Connie had put me up to it. She was trapped in a coffin and I was allowed to go free, back to Not-Sharky. I don't remember what happened to the wedding dress.
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