In other delightful news, I've finally figured out how to post pictures to my blog! Don't mind me, I'm a little slow on the uptake. I'll try to not go too picture crazy - but in the meantime, I might have a hard time controlling myself.
In frightful news, I woke up this morning from a dream about an ex-boyfriend. Thankfully, we had all our clothes on. It was a classic "confrontational dream" where I basically tell him what an ass he is, and how he did me wrong. Gawd, why not write a country song Wendy? I'm not sure what, if anything, this dream was trying to tell me. It was a relationship that ended years ago, and I've been in a wonderful steady relationship with my current beau for 7 years. I worked past all that baggage (really I have!). I mean, I still think "he done me wrong" and I still think he's an ass - but really I don't rock myself to sleep at night, weeping uncontrollably and sticking pins into the private parts of a voodoo doll of his likeness.
How come I always have dreams about ex-boyfriends? I mean, where the hell are Pierce Brosnan, Christian Bale (who I find sexy in a creepy sort of way. I think I've seen American Pyscho one too many times), or Eric Bana. C'mon fellas!
*dreamy sigh*
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