I just washed down a vitamin with Diet Coke
I had weird wedding nightmares last night. I dreamed that our wedding reception was being held in my parents’ backyard, and there were intermittent very strong storms. There were occasional breaks in the storm, and I kept thinking, “I have to take advantage of this calm weather to have the first dance,” but I couldn’t find Denny. Also, every time the weather got bad, people went inside the house and I changed out of my dress. Then, when the weather cleared up, I felt a sudden, extreme need to put my dress back on and go dance, all the while trying to figure out where Denny was.
Finally he showed up, and he had hair exactly like Fabio. I said, “I can’t dance with someone who has Fabio hair!”
That’s when I woke up, I think.
