I didn't sleep well last night and neither did H. I had crazy dreams about Secret Satan. Someone gave a dead rat as a gift and everyone thought it was the greatest, funniest thing since the EABOD cookie. It was a theme, another person got a cat calendar and each month was either a cat hunting mice or posing with it kill. Way way disturbing.
Last night H dragged me to a Mona*Vie tasting. A contractor H did work for told him all about it and H has been bugging me to go to one of these sales pitches. After I told him about the layoff, he was convinced it was some kind of sign. I think he's losing his mind, but hey, we got free pizza for our time.
Re: Weird dreams