On Saturday I melted this 5c piece to the ice that was forming on the taps at The Local.
By Sunday it had a thick glassy sheen of ice over it (and its two friends that I had also added after taking the photo). I suppose it is wrong that this was what I was most proud of myself for over the weekend.
Last night (early this morning?) I woke sobbing after having a terrible dream. The Boyfriend found it very hard to understand why I was so cranky with him. After all, I suppose it was all only in my dream that we went on a road trip to meet up with his other girlfriend and he couldn’t understand why I was so upset. (That’s the short version – in reality it was a very long and complicated story and involved a vast array of characters.) Odd how dreams can seem SOOO real! I blame the Steak, Mushroom, Guinness and Oyster Pie I made for dinner. (Or perhaps I just wanted to show off about they yummy dinner I made last night.)
Tags: The Boyfriend, The Local
June 29, 2009 at 2:30 pm |
Very impressive, and the food sounds ok too.
June 30, 2009 at 4:12 am |
I’ve been pissed for entire days based on bad dreams. I dreamed once that my brother wrecked my car…I was kind of a jerk to him for a long time after based solely on that dream.
June 30, 2009 at 8:57 pm |
So you didn’t try to lick the taps and get your tongue stuck? I’m disappointed in you…
July 3, 2009 at 3:17 pm |
I dreamed I was late for my 10 am apointment, and it made me wake up at 4, 5, and finally I gave up and crawled out of bed shortly after 6
July 8, 2009 at 12:41 pm |
I take my bad dreams on MHP all the time. It’s kinda fun.