I had the weirdest dream last night!
I dreamed that Tom & I, and quite a few guests, were celebrating our 30th anniversary at our house. He asked if we could talk and then walked me to another room (a den, I think, but we don't have a den in our current house), put both his hands on my shoulders and told me very seriously, "I just wanted to let you know that I AM going to have an affair with Joanne (who is, in reality, a single gal from church who is our age and that Tom rarely, if ever, talks to), and there isn't anything you can do about it, so just accept it and pretend you don't see what's going on."
Then in my dream, I was so upset, I left the party without telling anyone where I was going and wound up hitching a ride off the highway with 3 gals who were my age. They were headed to the thumb of Michigan where they had plans to meet up with a "hippie group" of folks in the woods up there, and the hippies planned to set off a bunch of fireworks for the 4th of July holiday. As we were sitting on blankets in the woods waiting for the fireworks show to start, I remember telling the girls that on top of all my other problems, I just realized (that exact hour) that I was newly pregnant with my cheating-hubby's child. I remember thinking, "What the heck am I going to do now?" and also thinking, "At the very least, I should call Angela (our daughter) to let her know where I'm at and that I'm safe.
THEN I WOKE UP AND I WAS MAD AT TOM AND WANTED TO SLUG HIM! ROFL Fortunately for him, he'd already left for work by the time I woke up.
WHAT THE HECK DID I EAT before bedtime last night, ya know? I'm on my way to bed now, and I sure hope I have better dreams than I did last night.
Nite all. And pleasant dreams to all of you too!