Oh…the utter bliss of sleeping in.
It rarely happens, but when it does I feel like a million bucks, and this morning, I’m a million bucks girl!
I have slept on the same side of the bed for the last 17 years.
Last week, Superman and I switched sides of the bed in hopes that he might sleep better.
His side of the bed is giving me the weirdest dreams.
In the first one, I was walking outside on a gorgeous day, and these soft, fluffy wisps were tickling my top lip.
I thought ‘I really need to trim my mustache’, and knowing that I had a mustache didn’t phase me one bit.
Then the dream morphed and I was inside and I had rubbed my top lip and realized that I did indeed have a mustache.
A prickly mustache.
I freaked out!!!
I ran to a mirror and began to frantically pluck them out, only it immediately grew back as soon as it was plucked.
A couple of nights later, I dreamed that the girl and I were on vacation.
Dolly Parton heard that we were in town and invited us over so I could photograph her with the girl, her and I, and us all with her little Pomeranian dog.
She had this fabulous pink, sage and cream carpet that I totally fell in love with, so I ignored Dolly Parton, the girl and her dog, and only photographed the carpets.
I think I ought to switch back to my original side of the bed.