Last night I dreamed that we were at the pet shelter, picking out our puppy, and instead I came home with a rooster. The rooster was not particularly friendly or cute so I'm really not sure what prompted this. All I know is that I do not want a rooster, I want a ball-chasing, foot-licking, tail-wagging puppy with floppy ears.
I feel like I need to get something off of my chest. This has been a long time coming. I'm not sure if this is a confession or a proud announcement, but a few weekends ago, Cary and I ate a whole thing of bluebell ice cream in one weekend. One day it was all I ate. Why do I have the ability to do this? I wake up in the morning, and ice cream sounds like a perfectly reasonable breakfast option. I try very hard to suppress these desires, but sometimes I just want some ice cream for breakfast.
The mail man is stealing our netflix. One time I opened the door right as he was delivering our mail, and I saw a netflix in the bunch and ours was supposed to arrive that day... but he did not give it to us. So I figured it must be a neighbor's. But our DVD never came! So we looked online and saw that it had already been sent back, and never made it to us. What the! I just know he is stealing it and watching it on a secret TV in his mail truck as he drives around.
It is the morning and I haven't had breakfast yet. And I wish we had some ice cream.