Monday, April 6, 2015

Short People & Wal-Mart

So my husband was cleaning out his inbox recently and found this gem of an e-mail I wrote to him in June of 2013:

Hey, honey,

I had a dream we were on vacation (I think in Spain) and we were with a tour group who was going to go see a very tiny person. I guess like you might see at a circus or something, like she was apparently 3 feet tall and we would only have about five seconds to get a good look at her and it took forever to get there (we had to take several trains, walk like six blocks, etc.). And then we were late and almost didn't get to see her. We had to run across a very long room and then jump on a springboard and then we'd see her sitting in a box on stilts or some such. We did get to see her and actually spent time with her (She was a little grumpy, probably from being treated like a circus freak her whole life) and it turns out she wasn't even that short! She was taller than me! So I told her that and I think it cheered her up.

Then I had a dream I was at Wal-Mart with Aunt Becky and I had to get ready for work in the middle of Wal-Mart. And my dresser was in the aisles somewhere but I couldn't find it, so I was running late for work and it was raining outside and I put my shoes on before my pants on accident, so that wasted time. Then Becky kept asking if I'd help her hang flyers at all the Wal-Marts, but I kept saying I didn't have time because I was still in my jammies. Then some sales rep asked if I would taste test their rocky road ice cream, and I did even though I have never liked rocky road, and then I had to say to a cameraman what my review of the ice cream was and I said something along the lines of "smooth, chocolatey goodness." Then I finally found my clothes and got dressed for work. Then I actually woke up and got dressed for work.

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