"This could be the very minute I'm aware I'm alive..."

I would just like to take a moment out of my busy day to give two snaps up to our friends at Malt O' Meal for the slice of heaven they call "Chocolate Marshmallow Mateys" ARE YOU KIDDING ME? (Jack has started to say this, by the way, and in the exact tone of voice I have when I do. Uh oh.) Anyhoo--picture this: the chocolatey goodness of Cocoa Puffs combined with the marshmallowy wonder of Lucky Charms. (If you say you don't fight (and sometimes succumb to) the urge to JUST eat the marshmallows out of your Lucky Charms you are LYING!) This stuff cannot possibly be healthy (nothing that tastes this good is) but lalalalalalalala..delish. Jack calls it "Mommy's special cereal." :o)
So someone is coming today to look at puppies. We took Mama Dog back to Scott's mom's house yesterday so the pups are a little whinier than usual. Plus they're pretty spoiled and don't like to be gated into the little corner of the laundry room where they are. One of them (Mr. Bingley, my favorite) is the biggest whiner if he sees someone who isn't holding him. Fer cute! However, you know how God made kids really cute so you wouldn't give them away? I think, in His infinite wisdom, He gave puppies little bladders so we don't keep a million of them. Let me tell you, 6 puppies+a 3ft space outside their kennel=more "waste" than I know what to do with! I suffer what I call "Puppy Bulimia" which pretty much entails me throwing up everyday (sometimes twice a day) when I change the paper they poo and pee on. I can handle pretty much anything that comes out of a kid, but animal poo is just more than I can stand! But if they house broke themselves, I'd keep and love them all! I'll have mixed emotions when they're all gone.
Let's talk for a second about the dream I had last night. It was SO vivid and really emotional. I woke up tired this morning (partly because I didn't go to bed until 1AM, I was making Jack's cute basketball book) because I slept so poorly. Do you ever have those nights when you dream so vividly you just feel exhausted in the morning because your mind didn't rest? I hate it. Anyway, so this is my dream:
Scott came home with a bow and some arrows and said he was going hunting with a friend this weekend. This didn't sound right because A. Everyone knows that hunting season isn't until August or September andB. Scott doesn't hunt. so I'm suspicious and somehow come to the conclusion that he's hunting people! Then I realize that he never eats what I cook--because he EATS PEOPLE! I wonder why he doesn't feed on animals like the Cullen family in the Twilight series and then wish a little that he was Edward but move past that in all my alarm that he's a cannibal. So I pretend to go give some of the YW a ride to basketball but instead I go to Stan and Nancy Sharp's house to see what I should do and there I see a few other couples who are getting Marriage and Family Relations lessons. Nancy is telling them that they need to start a really big fight so they can get over it through much prayer and good communication so they know what they're capable of overcoming. "That's how Stan and I have stayed married all these years" she says. She asks me how she can help me, but I can't very well tell her my husband is a cannibal in front of all these people, right? So I say, "Oh, I have a complicated question. I'll wait until you're done." Well, she sits me down for this group therapy session with these other couples (except Scott's home with Jack because I'm "at basketball practice." Sidenote: shouldn't I have been worried about leaving my son home with a cannibal?) She gets to me and says, "I'm sure you have a general question, like how to plan a funeral or when to put in your garden because if you have a question about Scott you need to talk to the Bishop." Popped my balloon, that darn Nancy Sharp. So I just got up and left and walked to the church, where I was going to have a "411" with the Bishop. Except there's a meeting in progress and Scott and his mom and dad are there. I wonder where Jack was...anyway...so during this meeting, Scott's mom is talking and I can see little demons by her. (May she never read this blog--this would offend her beyond all!) Her fingers turn into little nubs of fire and I suddenly realize--she's a demon and so is Scott and that's why he eats people!!! I'm freaked out that someone will realize I've found this out. The bishop alludes to the fact that her cover as a demon has been blown and we need to find out who knows. I'm panicked at this point, thinking that surely my father in law knows his wife is the devil (this is SOOO freudian!) does he know his son is, too? So I'm silently freaking out about this. Then the bishop says, "Peggy, did you know Scott is really a demon?" Well I couldn't lie to the bishop, right?? So I admit that yes, I figured it out. He banished me!! He tells me that since I know, I have to leave. I was even more upset! I love Scott, I didn't want to leave him, I just didn't want to worry that he'd gnaw my arm off while I slept! So I'm sobbing hysterically as I walk out of the building and I see this lady outside the building who had been waiting for me. I recognized her immediately, because I saw her in another place at the beginning of the dream where she tells me cryptically, "When you see me later, you'll know what to do." So I recognize her and go to her crying, telling her I need to know what to do to be able to be with Scott again. She digs a shallow hole in the ground and drops a few seeds in the dirt which she tells me must be "watered with my tears." (How cheesy is this?) Well, I'm still hiccuping/sobbing so I lean over and my teardrops land on the seeds which begin to fizzle, like when you pour OxyClean in water. Suddenly, we were back in the church and everything was great and Scott wasn't Satan anymore. (I don't know about his mom) The end.
who wants to interpret?? :o)