Here’s the thing: I’ve been blogging in my sleep so I wake up thinking I’ve blogged and told you things and for the past few days I’ve been surprised that the date on the blog has been a week ago and today it just hit me I haven’t really been blogging- I’ve been dreaming about blogging and other weird things – like the ” I before E except after C” rule doesn’t apply to the word ‘weird’.
They had to change my meds because I was getting the rare but serious side effects and when the cure is worse than the disease, well,you really shouldn’t take the cure. I will miss the old meds though, one it worked really well – except for the stomach bleeding thing – and it also gave me really strange dreams:
The first night I dreamt Mr. Honey really wasn’t married to me. He was married to Melissa. She lived with Chris. Mr. Honey lived with me but the two of them were married. They were married when he married me. Yes, Mr. Honey was a bigamist. They didn’t bother telling me, though, until they decided they were going to take a 3 week trip around the world. At the end of the dream, I was calmly explaining to Mr. Honey why the whole thing didn’t work for me. We were in the basement when I explained it. I don’t know for sure because I woke up but I don’t think they made the trip.
The second dream, I was in the bathroom which overlooks the backyard and the window was open and the three darling girls from next door were having a tea party in our backyard with about 30 of their closest friends. They had two tables set up: I do not know how 30 of them got around the two table but there they were and behind them there was a guy who was landscaping the hill in our backyard. (That hill does not exist but it sure was pretty.)
I asked the girls what they were doing. “Having a tea party.” (Duh-oh) “Didn’t Mr. Honey tell you that you couldn’t have a tea party over here?” (Note, in real time, Mr. Honey was in the backyard when his favorite of the three girls asked if she could run through the sprinkler since he was watering the lawn. He told her no because he knew that a yes to her meant a yes to anybody under the age of ten. How this translated into a tea party is anybody’s guess.)
Anyway: Mr. Honey had indeed told them they could not have a tea party in the backyard and they did it anyway to which I said: “Get out.” And they did. Very nicely and quietly and they took their tables with them. They did not, however, take the landscaper. I looked at him and said, “Who are you?” “I’m the landscaper.” (Duh-oh again – my dreams are filled with the obvious.) I called for Mr. Honey to deal with him and he went into the backyard and asked him what he was doing there. “I just wanted to show you the job I could do for you for just $25 a week.” He was doing a nice job, after all, we got a hill out of it. But Mr. Honey told him he had to leave and didn’t give him anything since he never asked for the demo. So the guy left. (Did you note that Mr. Honey survived the basement dream?)
The last night of dreams before taking away the happy pills was wall to wall porn. Every single sequence. Everything was like a 24 hour Vivid trailer. Not that I know anything about Vivid trailers. I can’t even describe the scenes – though I do remember them. But the good news: they used condoms.
I’ve been on the new meds since Thursday – can’t remember a single dream.
In Knitsville, they are celebrating the 615th sale. They are really celebrating it happened in August instead of September because that is a sign of good things to come. September started tomorrow and I am thinking Knitsville is going to be hit with 50+ orders. That’s what we’re hoping anyway. The Knitsville Chamber of Commerce wants some new technology but they don’t spend what they don’t have so the orders have to go out so the new stuff can come in.
There is an order being shipped off today – it is order 615 so that leaves some free time. A headband has been made as well as a simply cowl but since there are no orders, we can concentrate on getting new items photographed – except it’s raining today – and new items on the needles. Looks like baby hats and scarves/shawls.
I will be working on the living room redesign this weekend while Mr. Honey is working on the dining room – hopefully we have the arthritis thing covered and can get on with it.
It’s Labor Day weekend – have a great 3 day weekend!