But it was so dreamy. Speaking of dreams, why have I had the same dream night after night? I'm in a new house, and I'm out in the backyard planning my garden. Each night the backyard and house is different, so it's not giving me a vibe where it is. Because if I could just see that, then half of my anxieties would be solved. Every night I'm so concerned about where to put the garden, what to plant and how to get water to it. I think it has something to do with the sprinklers. They come on in the night and our window is open, so maybe the dream is sparked by that? Or maybe it's some metaphorical garden of my life, in the planning stage and soon to be realized?? I digress ...
The hot dogs, so inviting that I ate another one today at lunch. Just 10 minutes ago. Mmmm. And tonight, frog eye salad for dinner. I don't know what else we're having, but it doesn't really matter to me. Just as long as I have a heaping helping of the citrus yumminess.
Maybe the garden dream is my baby speaking to me, requesting better food than the junk I'm currently suppling? Hmmm.
2 comments:
My kids are hot dog snobs and won't eat any other brand than Hebrew National. It's worth the extra bucks! What is it with being pregnant and wanting to eat what you can't (or shouldn't but do anyway)? For me it's a sub sandwich and a cherry coke.
frog eye salad! i remember that from liberty square days -- and i love that you are still obsessed. miss you!
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