Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Dreams of Trash
Some people dream about ponies or butterflies, but I apparently dream about my trash can. This morning Tom related a funny little anecdote about my sleeping behavior. In the middle of the night Tom woke up to our trash can right in his face. The trash can was on the bed with a bunch of papers all around. I was snuggled up towards the end, not a care in the world. So Tom cleaned up the mess and placed the can next to his bed. When he woke up, he thought it was all a dream, but the can next to the bed was there to prove it.
Anyway I must have felt like the trash can needed to be in bed with us last night. I usually have something to say during the night, but it is rare that I have something to do.
Kind of funny. :)