Yesterday was my son's birthday. I cooked all his favorites and
made an extra cake to take to mom's and dad's so they could celebrate
with us, and as I was carrying the cake and the plates, etc, out to his
car, I suddenly fell from my two inch heels (go figure). The good
news is, I saved the cake and was able to brush the yard from my
slacks, and Dale had a really great time with the family.
Around 2 a.m., between Lacy's (my rat terrier) trips to the potato bin
to bring food to bed and incessant throbbing in my knee and ankle, I
figured it was Vicodin and decision time. Was I going to work at
8 a.m.?
Finally fell asleep, but when I did I had these dreams...the officers
were chasing inmates through the office. My boss was being her
loud and bitchy self and talking incessantly while I watched the chase
and ducked through it to get the coffee made. A smoke alarm went
off, and suddenly it was three weeks ago when, upon arrival to work,
the place was honest-to-goodness on fire. But that's another
entry. And in my dream, the parking lot was closed for inspection
and the superintendent was catching cats (that really happened last
week, as well) and putting them in a cage in his office.
I have made three decisions. 1. I'm elevating my leg today.
At home 2. I will never take Vicodin again. 3.
I'm putting in for a nice, long vacation from prison.
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Great save on the cake! LOL! on the Vicodin. I try NOT to take any medication no matter what the reasoning is before bed, life is surreal enough without the dreaming factor adding to it. (Hugs) Indigo
Great minds must think alike. My youngest turned 24 two weeks ago. His request for his birthday was for me to cook some Japanese food that he had not had for a long time, but also for me to do it at his apartment and teach his girlfriend how to cook it. I spent seven hours...it was fun. She got a crash course in the culinary art of oriental cooking..lol. Hubby and son pigged out..happy as all get out. The next day was Mother's Day so oI cooked two huge pans of Lasagne too. So I could bring all that to my Mom's the next day. Well, between the night before and after we left, the kids had a late party for his birthday with his friends. One pan went the way of all things...gone. I think they inhaled the food. Lol...I was lucky one pan left made to Grandma's.....I stretched the salad, extra bread and it actually worked....Kids! Sandi
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