First I dreamt that the house we were living in caught fire.
I remember knowing in my dream that Ben had died
because I wanted to get all of his stuff out of the house.
I wore socks to bed because my feet were cold.
But woke up from my dream FLAMING HOT!
I kicked my socks off and rolled over.
Too late, I was awake.
And feeling like something wasn't right.
I threw the covers off and ran downstairs.
It was even HOTTER than upstairs.
The thermometer read 94 degrees.
I could hardly breathe.
I looked at the pellet stove and realized my mistake.
I had turned the burn rate up thinking it was the blower speed.
I gave up the nap and headed out to run some errands.
Because I was tired and feeling lazy,
I threw my hair up into a hat.
After the errands were through,
I met the kids over at the school to pick them up.
Kayla was still finishing up her practice
so Kaleb and I sat and watched.
Out of the blue he turns to me and says...
"Mom, no offense but you don't look good in a hat."
First off all, I'm not trying to 'look good in a hat'.
I just didn't want to do my hair.
"And those shoes? They don't really go with your outfit."
(as he slides down the bleachers)
I just got totally dissed by my 14 year old.