Yesterday I woke up on the verge of tears. Although I had not slept well over the course of the night (repeatedly woke up coughing, to blow nose, or with parched mouth and throat), I still was unconscious enough to dream vividly. In my dream, I had stayed home from work that day and was sick and lonely. (Not so unrealistic.) When Husband arrived home from work, I said something about watching TV together or whatever.
"Oh no," he replied. "I'm going out tonight."
"What? Please stay home with me. I'm sick! And lonely! (I'm paraphrasing here.)
"Not a chance. I have tickets to see the Harlem Globe Trotters! I've been looking forward to it for weeks!"
"No, please don't go." The water works were starting.
"It's the Harlem Globe Trotters! No way I'm missing this. Good luck!" he said as he took off.
Antibiotics lead to weird dreams.
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The Harlem Globe Trotters. That's hilarious.
ReplyDeleteugh! i hate dreams like that.
ReplyDeleteabout the harlem globetrotters.
I felt very abandoned! He chose the Harlem Globe Trotters over his snot-infested, coughing wife! Of course, they have a cool theme song and I don't, so I sort of understand the decision. Still, it hurt.
ReplyDeletemaybe you need to get a cool theme song?
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