Dreamweaver

So not much moving again on the old home front. Waiting for a buyer to get their mortgage commitment is a pain in the butt, I repeat, a pain in the butt. For people that were dead set on closing on December 20th they sure have missed some steps along the way.

Anyway...

My stress dreams seems to be at an all time high this week and after telling this one to Heather she insisted I blog about it cause she thought it was funny ,so without further a due, live from the dream catcher.




                         

                             
So here I go checking into a hotel with my family, we are in the lobby, then they are gone, I am now sleeping in a bed, its a hospital bed, hospital gown the whole nine. Next to me in the room is a gentleman sleeping in his hospital . All of a sudden I am jabbed in the back by a finger multiple times by a woman with a thick Caribbean accents. I don't turn around but start yelling for her to stop she must want the guy in the next bed.  When she comes around the bed she is .....                               

                                                   The Chiquita Banana Woman


For some reason this infuriated me, damn you Chiquita Banana Woman. I look for the phone to call the front desk, cause im no longer in a hospital, and look over and banana and my roommate are doing Yoga. This INFURIATES me, I find the phone to complain that I have been physically assaulted in my hospital bed by Chiquita Banana Woman and I want answers!  The lady at the desk cause, now I am at a hotel again asks me if I know what Yoga is and if not I need to search Wikipedia as its very relaxing. I think I felt my head about to explode and I woke up.  These dreams are much better then the ones where I use to carry old people up and down never ending stairs while dressed in my police uniform so hey, cant complain.


My Service Dog Brady has taken the stress meter up to Def Con 5 as noted by the proximity to my body right now .

              

I am to the left that's they edge of my computer table.  In the time it took me to white this much of the blog and my lorazapam to kick in we seem to have gone down to def-con 4 , things are looking up.

                                            

The only room left with remnants to make it over to storage on our last trip, well really second to last trip again because I forgot the kids mattresses the day we close on the house. This is our room, its looking almost organized.

                                                                                  

So there you have it, Heather has to go to the hospital for an MRI then its muscle relaxers and box packing for all! Till next time..beware the Chiquita banana woman