I don't know why but everytime I dream about my husband, he always plays the jerk. Not once in my dream was he nice. Like last night, in my dream - I was at home waiting for him. And then he finally came home but he was followed by a woman in blue floral print dress and then she was followed by a 10-year-old boy. Tony said "I'm sorry but they are my family and I love them." And I was like "You know what, I am tired of this shit. I am filing for divorce!"
And when I woke up and saw Tony beside me sound asleep, I just wanted to kick him real good. It was a dream, I know, but for some weird reason it hurt! So tonight, he's punished - he can't go home unless he brings me home cookies-n-cream ice cream cake.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
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