My little family and I spent the day watching conference.
I also ate ibuprofen like candy and fretted over a very uncomfortable wisdom tooth that really wants to come down in a place already occupied by another tooth.
I asked my sister all day if my teeth looked as if they had shifted.
"Are you sure they don't look crooked already?"
"No, Brianne. They look exactly the same. How would they have moved that dramatically in one day?"
"I think they could."
"Well, they haven't. They look exactly the same as they did when you asked me ten minutes ago."
You can never be to cautious with your teeth.
I absolutely don't want any movement after 643 years of orthodontia.
It is pretty much all I have talked/thought about all day.
I am a really fun person to be around.
Oh, also I had a really wierd dream.
And chatted on and on about it when taking a break from my snaggletooth drama.
I am not a fan of people who recount their dreams in great detail.
I mean who cares?
The answer is no one.
So as I was saying, I dreamt I was dating a young man named Tim.
He was tall, and slender and was really quite pleased to be dating me.
He showed me lots of attention and got on really nicely with my children.
I remeber feeling happy and loved.
I woke up in a good mood.
And then I felt confused. And guilty.
I miss Scott.
I am not ready for any of this dating.
I don't even know how that works anymore.
I hear it is all online now.
Which sounds dreadful.
Plus it is far too early to be thinking about any of that.
Except that I do.
Not in a going-to-do-anything-about-it way, but in a lonely way.
Which is pretty much the worst reason to be dating.
I certainly don't want to be entering into any kind of relationship because I have to, or feel incomplete, or lonesome.
I want to be healthy, and strong, and confident before barking up that tree.
And so I just watch sappy chick flicks to "fill my canteen."
I am watching Notting Hill tonight.
Because the only thing better than watching a rom-com is a rom-com that takes place in Europe.
Leap Year, Under the Tuscan Sun, Chocolat, Love Actually, The Wedding Date ...
I could go on and on.
But I won't.
To sum up: dating sounds terrible, my tooth hurts like a mother, and I am that annoying person who tells everyone about their irrelevant dreams.
You're welcome.
The end.
I hate guilt inducing dreams. Especially since you can't control them. I allllways have weird confusing dreams about my exhuband while I'm pregnant. It's the worst! I'm sorry about your tooth. That sounds terrible. I got my wisdom teeth out super early for some reason.
ReplyDeleteI am that annoying person that takes dreams WAY to seriously and analyses each and every detail. So share away, I love listening (and analyzing). By the way, I love the way you write! You are very talented in the way you express yourself.
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