Note To Self...

Dear Angie,

When you are going to post a blog full of songs that creep you out, but yet you love so much... first of all, include them all.  How could you forget this one?



Second, after writing the blog, don't sit and watch stupid suspenseful movies with Bobby.  He already made you watch another cheesy one earlier in the day. Why watch another?

Third, when you are laying in bed quietly thinking to yourself of your "To-Do" list for the next day, do not be startled by how creepy Bobby's random sudden laugh is when he remembers a silly occurrence with your son earlier in the day.  There is no reason Bobby's laugh should scare the crap out of you now, you've been hearing it for years.  Just because you are laying there in solemn and out of nowhere this loud eerie noise and breath tickle your ear, you should still not have the crap scared out of you!

Fourth, why would you be surprised that Bobby would take every chance for the 30 minutes following the occurrence with the laugh and the scream to scare you?  You should know better!  Though you were right to not let him fall asleep before you.

Fifth, make sure you tell Bobby "Happy Valentine's Day".  Give him a big hug and kiss. Also be sure to tell him you love him.  Thank him for letting you sleep in and making the most delicious scrambled eggs you've had.  After all, he knew you were on a low calorie diet and took extra measures to make the entire meal healthy.  He's such a swell guy.  Going to all that trouble and even leaving 14 videos on your facebook wall while you were sleeping.  You are, most certainly, the luckiest girl in the world!

Love,
Angie

P.S. Next time you go to the store, could you please remember to pick up a shower cap? Thanks.

Random...

Angie: What was that movie that came out a few years ago about a fart or something? I can't remember. I never saw it... Mighty Wind or something? Know what I'm talking about?

Bobby: An Inconvenient Truth?

Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This...

I've been having some strange dreams lately. I don't know how to explain some of them, but I'm pretty sure of most of their origins.

(Before I go any further, I must tell you that Crystal is insisting I blog this. First, she made fun of me about my "Desi's In The Village" blog, then that night I had this dream. Naturally, she felt that I should blog about the dream... mostly just for her benefit to have something else to make fun of me for. What can I say? I'm a good friend. "The Friendometriosis" as she would say... Anyways...)

For example: 2 nights ago I had a dream that the owner of "Desi's In The Village" called me to let me know he was going to be closed for a little while because someone had been murdered in the restaurant. He reassured me that he was not the killer, and that they would reopen. He even said that the reason he called was because he saw my blog and knew that I was going to be driving up the mountain soon and he didn't want us to travel all that way for nothing.

Now, this wasn't just one of those simple dreams. It was one of those where you dream you already woke up and it seems completely realistic. Something awoke me from this dream and I asked Bobby where the phone is. When he said "Huh?" I said I was on the phone with Desi's. He then said "What?" to which I realized I was making a fool out of myself and said never mind. If he realized what I said (Like the time in my sleep I told him that I wasn't a mushroom... or the time I told my cousin Paula to turn me over and put me back in the microwave for 30 seconds (In that dream I was a burrito) I would have never heard the end of it.

I love when I have a weird dream like this, that I can so quickly dissect!

1. Obviously the dream involved the restaurant and blog because Crystal had just teased me for it earlier in the day.
   
2. The phone had rang earlier in the morning and I didn't get up to answer it. (It was Crystal, she'll get over it.)


3. The night before Bobby stupidly rented "The Strangers". Wasn't that nice of him? Renting a movie about home invasions the night before leaving me home alone while he worked late? I had murder on the brain...
   
4. I'm just flat out weird. What can I say?

So, there you have it folks! I know most of this blog was a ramble, but frankly, I don't care. Rambling is what blogging is all about, and it's fun. Be warned though, I like to talk about my dreams a lot... and I can do that here all I want... Mwuhahahaha...

Obviously, I know I'm a dork/nerd/doofus/idiot. Otherwise I wouldn't have posted that picture...