I had a dream just now that my sister called me from the airport asking me where I was. Apparently, I was supposed to have picked her up… only I didn’t know that I was supposed to have picked her up because I haven’t spoken to her in some crazy number of years that I’d rather forget. So she is upset because I’m not there, and I am simultaneously trying to run out the front door and figure out where she is just as my cell phone is giving me the beep of the dead battery. I start panicking even more because once my phone dies, she’ll have no way of reaching me and vice versa.
And then Twix woke us up wanting her breakfast.
It doesn’t take a genius to psychoanalyze that one, does it?
*sigh*
In other news, today is the day that we visit the location where he wedding will be. My mom is coming along so she can see for herself, and we’ll take pictures and measurements and figure out exactly how many tables we can get in this place.
Yay for weddngs!
You know, I really wish I was rushing out the door to pick my forgotten sister up from the airport right now.
