Ok, so I didn't really go to the rodeo last night. But it sure feels like I went for a wild ride on the back of a bucking bronco! I am so tired...I wish I could go back to bed, but a busy day is ahead, so no lounging around for me.
The instant I fell asleep, the crazy dreams started. My poor husband! I scared him to death when I reared up and yelled at him to "STOP PEDALING!!!" I woke up when he shouted something in alarm. Then I calmly explained to him what the problem was. The more we pedaled, the faster the pages would turn. If the page turned and we didn't get a stamp, we'd be in BIG trouble. Makes perfect sense, right? He says if I ever scare him like that again, I can go sleep in the garage. Humph.
Next, I dreamed that I was at my daughter's school. We were walking down the hall and saw a kid head-butt another kid, hard, in the chest, then take off running. When I yelled for the head-butting kid to stop, I got in trouble with the principal...for yelling.
The final weird dream of the night, that I remember at least, was a huge fight with my mother. She insisted I owed her money. A lot of money. We had taken a trip together somewhere a few months prior, and the airline had offered us $65 thousand in traveler's insurance for only $5. I took the deal, my mom didn't. All those months later, she was mad and said I now owed her half. Half of what? Nothing happened to us or our luggage, so we didn't collect any money. The airline made $5 off of me. She still, very angrily, kept insisting I pay her half! Ok, then.
Was the moon full last night? Nope, just the opposite. It was the new moon, so no moon at all. I do notice a theme, however. There was lots and lots of yelling. I am hoping that today is a much quieter day.