I dreamed Sundry and I bought a Blogging House, a big Victorian, and all the blog world peeps could come and hang out. We had big handmedown-type couches and chairs EVERYWHERE, and computers EVERYWHERE, and big throw rugs on the wide-board hardwood floors. People were flopping around and chatting and eating, and wandering from room to room, and complaining about how their writing was going, and saying "I am soooooo hungry for a brownie right now," and we had a crafts services table or whatever those huge long tables of snacks and foods and drinks are called on movie sets.
I was in the kitchen working on some experimental chicken recipe for a post; I had a laptop on the counter and I was typing in my notes as I encountered problems, and there were several people sitting at the kitchen table and calling out suggestions. And Sundry was measuring JB for an article she was doing on the subject, and he will be either pleased or totally squicked to hear that he was measuring Impressively. Jess Loolu was looking online at purple shoes, with all of us walking past the screen and saying "OOOOO, cute!" or "No, too casual," and most of us had fancy coffees in hand, and people were always coming in or going out and yelling, "Hey, do I use 'its' or 'it's' here?"
And then I woke up. Paul had accidentally failed to completely latch the outside door when he left for work, and that door is faulty so it was hanging wide open, and several flies had gotten in, and also it was just creepy to find that the door had been open while I was asleep. Then I discovered that a cat had thrown up on my upholstered computer chair.
In case you have been wondering, "I wonder what is the opposite of having a cool Blogging House with bloggy friends hanging out and eating and chatting?" it's "Cat threw up on computer chair, and there are flies."
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