Something about a fish fry…

Matt and I had a discussion about my “not so fresh” laundry.

Matt and I also had discussion about domain names we owned. I didn’t think he owned any, but he snuck out and bought postmodern.com behind my back. I got a little upset, but pointed out that I owned more than he did.

I went to an estate sale and Beck was the cashier. He was giving me a hard time about having to go into each room at least twice. I found Fisher-Price playsets (the farm with the barn doors that mooed when opened, etc.). I searched for the city playset I used to have with a jail, ice cream store, firehouse, etc. I stopped for a minute and thought about my fascination with the armless, the Little People characters who belonged in the playset had no arms or legs. I bought some placemats and skipped the boxes of cassettes. There was some strange glassware and weird lamps.

I’ve been waking up at 5 a.m., but going back to bed because I really don’t need to get up 3.5 hours before work, especially now that I live five minutes away. I haven’t been writing down my dreams, so I’ve been a bad, forgetful girl.

All I remember about last night’s dream is chanting, “I can’t possibly join the army” in a Barbie-esque voice.

Note: Erika’s wedding was last night, so that accounts for some of the high school flavor here.

I was reading a magazine about prom. When I opened it up to a page, there was “me” (as portrayed by Madonna). I was wearing a red scarf around my head like Francine did a few years back and is wearing again. Matt was played by the Rock, Mr. Pro Wrestler (who was on SNL last night, so that explains why he was there). We were driving in a convertible. I suppose Matt’s Suburban was played by the convertible.

Caryn came up to me and told me I needed to pay her for the $.89 cents in postage I used to mail in my renter’s insurance. I just went ahead and paid it, even though I knew I didn’t use the Center’s postage. I actually overpaid a bit to use the stamp stash I had in my desk.

Note: I moved on June 1, so I haven’t gotten fully comfortable in my new surroundings. For that reason, and the fact that I hadn’t set up my computer immediately after moving, dreams are sparse.

The dream: I fought with Pete about something. That’s it.