Well, last week was only a three day week for me, but it was quite a doozy in the work department. Evidently my mind couldn't even relax at night because I had TWO crazy dreams that I will now share since who doesn't love to hear about other people's dreams?
Oh that's right.
But nevertheless, the main characters in dream number one were my brother and sister-in-law, who really and truly are expecting a baby in August. They're not finding out the gender, but they have names picked out which I won't share because I'm not sure if they want them blasted on the World Wide Web. But trust me, they're adorable.
In my dream, the baby was born and my entire extended family was at my aunt's house, so the new parents brought the baby over to meet everyone after they left the hospital.
And when they arrived the baby was covered up in pink AND blue blankets because OH THE SUSPENSE IS NEVER ENDING. When they finally unwrapped the baby, she had a tiny pink bow in her hair and I said to my sister in law, "It's a girl!! Did you end up naming her ______?"
And she said, "No. We actually named her.....Wendy."
"It wasn't even on our list," she said, "but I heard it the other day and just absolutely fell in love with it."
Luckily a text the next morning confirmed that Wendy is not a contender, so crisis averted.
The next night, I dreamed that I was attending college in Hawaii, and I walked through the student union building one day and saw a large crowd gathered. Everyone was lined up to catch a flight back to the mainland because a storm was coming, so I bought a plane ticket and hightailed it home to Pennsylvania.
Upon arrival in Philadelphia, I made my way to baggage claim to pick up my suitcase. But instead of a suitcase waiting for me at baggage claim, there were 47 trays of fresh baked bread with my name on them.
HAD I LANDED IN PENNSYLVANIA OR HEAVEN?
I couldn't fit all of the bread in my rental car, and unfortunately just when I was about to find out how many loaves I could jam in the trunk, I woke up.
After two bad dreams and two bad days, I decided that I needed some new work clothes since I felt like I was looking like a ragamuffin and also still wearing the same pants I got for my first job after college. The job where I had to deliver morning announcements over the office wide speaker system, and kick them off by playing a little tune on a Fisher Price guitar into the speaker of the phone. #EnglishMajor
The pants were Starlight brand from JCPenney's junior department and while they had served me well for five years, they were beginning to feel, and look, like sweatpants.
So, on Thursday I went to the mall right after work. I was a woman on a mission. Three hours later I waved the white flag and accepted that my mission wasn't as productive as I'd hoped it would be. However, it wasn't a total loss because I did get a nice pair of "Hey I'm 26 now, and I have an office and the authority to sign off on expense reports" pants.
And I put those bad boys on Friday morning with a new blouse that I tucked in because look at me! I'm professional! You can count on me to make a decision of minimal to moderate importance!
And when I went to the restroom at lunch, I discovered this on my pants.
Right there on the waistband.
For all the office to see.
NOT SO PROFESSIONAL.
I should've stuck with the Starlights.