It's Official...

I am nuts-o. 

I realized that after last night.

 

I went to bed thinking of this wonderful lady.

And thinking about this sweet post,

(the fact that I am now certifiably crazy has nothing to do with her, we haven't met, in person,

but I can't tell you how many times I wished she lived across the street from me,

or at least across the field from me,

and that she had a big, old front porch, with a rocker,

and I would just wander over to that front porch and plunk myself down on that rocker to bask in all her glory, but I digress...)

 

The next part all happened in about five minutes.

From 2:01 AM, to 2:06 AM, to be precise.

 

I awoke from a dream.

I was babysitting for a family that goes to school where I teach (what???)

And I lost two of their younger kids (what, again???)

When I finally found them,

they were sucking kerosene out of a pinprick they made in the plastic kerosene bottle. (WHAT???)

I panicked.

I tried to read the ingestion instructions on the label.

Of course, the label was all smeared off, so the instructions were illegible.

All I could think of to do was run around the kitchen

yelling at the top of my lungs, in a very hopeful and most helpful voice,

"No one light a match!  No one light a match!"

 

That's when I woke up.  Shaking my head at all my weirdness.

Thank goodness, only a dream... 

 

My husband woke me up actually, coming home from working over-time.

Our conversation went like this:

 

Hi, Hon, glad you made it home from work finally. 

sleepy, grunted greeting,

How was your hospital run?

Very odd.

Why?

Well, let's just say I just took a 41-year-old _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ (I can't actually get myself to type the word he said, but let's just say it's a "fancy lady" that works with a pole, and she's not a barber) to the hospital.

Oh?

Let's just say she sprung a leak.

What???

Kate, one of her boobs popped.

What?????  (comprehension took a long time to set in on that one.) Oooooohhhhh.

(In a very confused voice) How did she know that?

Ever seen a flat tire?

 

Gotcha. 

 

 Maybe it's a good thing she lives far, far away!