this morning
I accidentally woke up some time before 7:30 AM. Now it’s only 11 AM and I’ve already done enough for a whole Sunday.
If you shot truth serum into my veins and asked me how often I’ve dreamed about hanging out with the characters of That ’70s Show, I’d be pretty embarrassed at my answer. Usually the dreams are comprised of typical teen angst, but last night they featured an evil ghost dog and several snakes. Also, Jackie was mad because Kelso kept flirting with me.
For some reason, I watched a thing on the E channel this morning about Daryl Hannah. I loved her in Blade Runner and liked her in Kill Bill 2: The Suckening, but never really paid much attention to the things she did in between. But now I’ve decided that if anyone ever makes a movie about my life and lets me have creative input, I’ll see if Daryl Hannah can play my mom.
I was gonna take my kids to the movies today, but now one of them has a fever. That calls for naps for everyone, I think. And it’s raining, too.
So… naps at 3PM followed by pay-per-view movies. Also, shish-ka-bobs ingredients are currently marinating in the fridge. I think our day is set.
