I am either experiencing an influx of testosterone to my system, or I have completely missed my calling as an Advertising Executive.
Another vivid dream, which woke me up because it was so disturbing, was that the neighbor's backyard was completely over-run by snakes of mythically huge size (both fat and thin) and rainforest colors. On one hand, I thought it was a visually striking scene. Then again, nothing curdles my blood like serpents. In the dream, after pausing to think how amazing this looked, I turned tail to head inside.
One shiny green python-looking one slithered after and leapt at me; I caught it mid-air, before it sank its shimmery fangs into my neck. I then wrestled with it, bashing its head against a countertop. I woke up before I'd learned if I was successful in doing it in, whether it wriggled away to bite me anyway, or whether the army of red & black, blue & black, green, and striped cousins followed after it.
I hate snakes. Why on earth would I wrestle one? Even if merely a dream, why would the sight of a dozen or more snakes cause me to pause and think, "Wow. That's so cool looking"?
Its a boy, I'm telling you...
--- 4 ---For some inexplicable reason, when the rain started today, I decided to bake chocolate chip cookies. Not only would the kids be stuck inside (with me), they would be stuck inside with a sugar high.
On Saint Nicholas' Feast Day, I break from my Advent playlist and allow a day of Santa/St. Nick themed tunes during the day (Did I mention I'm a domestic church geek?) Here is one of my favorites from my St. Nicholas iTunes Playlist (seriously: total geek!). Enjoy!:
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