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smooky bathroom halloween non-witty....?

Did you hear about that Charmin Ambassador job in New York? $10,000 just to be really enthusiastic about using the loo.

I like going to the bathroom.

I like it enough to work in New York for 6 weeks being a restroom attendant for that much money. Now I just need to find some way to get to New York...



I had something really wittingly blog worthy knocking around in my brain about a half hour ago.

Beats me now what it was.



So, I have stupid dreams (I'll blog about that, since the witty idea is obviously on vacation.) The kind you have in that half awake/half asleep state. And the more tired I am, the more dumb the dreams, and the less actual rest I get.

A few nights ago I dreamed that I was using someone else's toothbrush, because I was hanging out in their living room (still don't know who this someone was) and they also had a sink and toothbrush holder RIGHT there. So why not brush?

Then my dream jumped to watching my grandma riding a bright purple bike past some wheat fields. This same grandma of mine is currently recovery from a total knee replacement. And she doesn't own a purple bike.

And then I was sitting in a chair doing something that was supposed to be significant, but I couldn't get it done. Because I had to go to the bathroom really bad. And in my dream the only logical thing to do was pee right then, because obviously my pants would just soak it all up making it fine and completely socially acceptable.

And then I woke up.

And you know how sometimes you jerk yourself awake if you think you're falling? Or you have a sad dream and wake up with actual tears? I was so afraid that I woke up because I had actually just peed.

PHEW, NO.




Opie has been talking about Halloween stuff lately. He tells me how everything is "SO SMOOKY!!" (spooky. but with an 'm'. It's cute, I know.)

Speaking of Opie, I keep forgetting to document something:

A few weeks ago I had to run across the street really fast. It was one of those times when you're about to make a pumpkin spice cake and realize that you only have one of those huge cans of pumpkin and the recipe only calls for 1 cup and you have no idea what you're going to do with the rest of the pumpkin stuff so you call your friend across the street to see if she has any smaller cans of pumpkin and she does so you have to go get it. One of those times.

Two Bits was in school, so that left Opie to be in charge for the minute and a half I was gone.

A 4 1/2 year old should be able to handle being in charge for a minute and a half, right?

As I was walking out the door, he was yelling, "WAIT, I don't want to be in charge!!!!"

A minute and a half later I opened the door to find him laying face down on the ground with his hands over his head.

When he heard me come in, he popped up and said, "I did a good job, huh?! I like being in charge!"

Yup.



On my Green Jello with Carrots blog we're giving away Halloween clipart today. But only today. Mostly because we try to focus on Gospel oriented stuff only. But I figure if that one couple in our ward who doesn't have little kids can put a life size, motion activated zombie next to their car at the ward trunk-or-treat, then we can give away innocently cute Halloween clipart.

Comments

Barbaloot said…
Ah-I hate those half awake/half asleep dreams! They're so confusing...and not even kind of relaxing.
Emmy said…
Oh, I hate those motion activated things too!

And I am really glad you didn't pee yourself.
cc said…
Funny...btw, what's the origin of "Opie"? I think I get the others.

I once woke up bawling my eyes out because I dreamed that my sister and her kids had all died (yes, I was pregnant)...it was a hard one to explain to Brian.

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