Dreams and fun.
I had a dream last night, that my husband and I were chasing a robber around the church. He hadn't actually broken into the church yet, but we knew he was going to. Our suspicions were confirmed when we lost sight of him, then saw him breaking in through the window. We ran around to where he was, and I was caught by his co-robber. I knew he was going to knock me unconscious, but I was telling him "Don't punch me in the belly. I'm serious! If you do, I'll kill you!" He hit me on the head a few times, but he wasn't doing it hard enough, so I just flopped down and pretended to be unconscious. Then he dragged me over to the side of his truck, and I "woke up".
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My husband is so much fun. This morning, we were running late for work. Because he starts work earlier than I do (so he was in a hurrry but I wasn't), he said that the only way he could drop me off for work is if we did a 'Secret Squirrel Drop-Off'. I had to say the password "broken bag", and he would say "dropped pizza". Because, the night before, I was putting some pizza into freezer bags (so we could take some for lunch today), and unbeknownst to me, one of the bags had a huge, gaping hole in it. So the pizza dropped straight out, and onto the ground. Poor pizza. Anyway, my husband is fun. :o)
posted by Alyssa @ 2:44 PM
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