Sometimes Jason & I share the wacky dreams that night time brings us. Mostly it is me with the stories as his "record" button never seems to be on. He's aware that he was dreaming, but when he wakes up whatever the story was is gone.
|I want my own damn room!|
I decided to put up a wall and create a separate living space for Mr. Poitier, but in doing so noticed that through a doorway was an entire other living area so we just moved him into that much larger, more luxurious space. Problem solved. I'm glad I could be of help.
As I started to tell this story to Jason tears of laughter started to stream down my face. Why on earth would I dream about Sidney Poitier's sleeping arrangements? Why would he be renting a room at my house? Don't you think he has some funds tucked away?
The baby dreams make sense - can I handle a baby, is a baby really coming...but I'm pretty sure Sidney Poitier is not coming for dinner let alone a sleep over.