Rest assured that, even during the Apocalypse, blogging will always be my #1 priority.

I know that I have plenty of dreams most nights, but it is SO rare that I remember them, and if I do, they seldom make enough sense to actually make mention of.  Most of my dreams are just a mess of scrambled names, faces, and feelings that leave me scratching my head and wondering what ON EARTH goes on in that subconscious mind of mine. 

But in the wee hours of last night, I had a dream from which I was jolted awake and instantly remembered every bizarre detail of. As I lay awake beside my snoozing husband, I reflected on the absurdity of my dream, wondering what it suggested about me, and concluding that

It was SO blog-worthy.  

So I quickly got out of bed before the memories escaped me, grabbed my journal, and went to the bathroom where I furiously scribbled out all the details I could remember. And it went something like this:

The Dream

It was clearly the end of the world.  I was at home with Matthew preparing to evacuate because the ground behind our house had risen up and blocked the back door and windows, and it was quite possible that, if we didn't leave soon, our house would be eaten by the Earth and we would be stuck inside.  So I'm rushing around trying to decide what to pack, Matthew is growling at me to hurry up (not much of a departure from reality), and I remember being very concerned that Gracie and Cooper needed to potty but couldn't because they didn't have a backyard anymore.

First soak in the adorableness of that picture, and then turn your attention back to my dream.

Done? Ok, so since Matthew was rushing me, I had to settle on packing only four things (to be revealed in a moment).  And then we were off. 

Outside our front door, the world was a desolate wasteland; chaos reined and police sirens were blaring everywhere in the distance.  The ground beneath us had been burned and turned to solid rock, and the stench of broiled Earth was so sickening we had to breathe into our shirts.  We made our way through the city (suddenly we seemed to be in New York) and to a dark parking lot where a truck was waiting.  Somehow, my sister was already in the truck with Gracie and Cooper.  I climbed into the vehicle, and was suddenly overcome with sadness and fear because I realized I forgot to bring my glasses and a pair of fresh contacts.  It dawned on me that I was really going to die, and it was official since I didn't even have my glasses. 

But what DID I have?  What four items did I pack to take with me when the world was ending?

I took...

1. My laptop

2. My laptop charger/cord

3. My digital camera

and

4. My digital camera charger/cord.

All the things I need for blogging. Naturally.

And then I woke up.  And tried really hard not to bust out laughing at myself right then and there.  Because actually?  This wouldn't be at all unlike me.  My camera and my computer are, like, numero uno on my list of things I simply cannot live without.   You'd think it might be, oh, say UNDERWEAR or SOAP or maybe even FOOD AND WATER, but no.  

That is not how I roll.

Isn't technology fabulous?  





Via

 If you had only thirty seconds to decide what to bring with you out of a home you know you'd never return to, what would you grab???


:)  J

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COMMENT OF THE DAY!

(From last post)



Smiling is Good for Your Teeth



I got a lot of sweet comments on my last post, but this one made me laugh.  To answer your question girl, there is no wrong way to eat a cupcake.  Most of the time, though, I prefer  to put it on a plate, scrape off some of the icing (sometimes there's a little much), and eat it with a fork.  Other times, like while on the go, there is simply no substitute for embracing the mess your face will be and just taking a big fat chomp out of that bad boy. Hope this helps, and thanks for commenting!!! :)