I have finished testing a theory I recently developed regarding the correlation of late night ice cream consumption and the likelihood of bad dreams. Last night, after a brief rendezvous with a pint of coffee heath bar crunch I dreamed my family's log cabin was sinking into Clear Lake, a creaky behemoth of a structure, the lights flickering out all Titanic-like. Good thing the family sold it in '05.
I also dreamed that I had a baby. I suppose I am 29 and regardless of how tough I like to think I am I have one of those clocks that ticks... ew gross. In the coffee shop the other day a woman came in with a little baby and I almost said out loud to her: "How old?" ... [WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME] [I also recently bought Kashi cereal. AND LIKED IT.] Anyway in the dream I had a baby and when I walked into the room it recognized me and smiled. Sort of like the way my dog does. Or, an evening martini.
While I'm in the spirit of divulging, I might as well come clean on the ice cream front and admit to you that when Eric and I were in Vermont, we may have driven 50 miles out of our way to visit the Ben and Jerry's plant. And we may have taken photos of each other in the Flavor Graveyard (a single tear shed for Rain Forest Crunch) and we may also have withstood a litany of unfortunate bovine jokes during the factory tour in order to get a free sample at the end. Mooooving right along...
We saw Greenberg last night. Ben Stiller gives an amazing performance. Have you seen it and what did you think?
Ok, I'm going to head out the door to walk this dog and post some more recent flower photos when I get back in order to bury this rambling post...
[As I have promised brides that I will make custom Mood Boards for them, I've been digging around in iphoto a lot lately, unearthing old pictures I never posted. Like that one of my greenhouse last summer. Just kidding, it's not my greenhouse, it's my mom's. Just kidding it's at Mount Holyoke, I mean Smith I think.]