Last night I dreamed that Brian and I were back in our first year of marriage, and we were in a fight, and we were having our wedding reception on our 1st year anniversary. We showed up separately and in street clothes, and it was pretty awful. In my dream, a nice man--a friend of my parents--showed up and gave me (as a wedding gift) a handful of used, but nice, oil paints and brushes.
Someone interpret that one. My interpretation: I'm still deeply scarred from the experiences of my first year of marriage.
In other news, I uncovered a new, super big leaf this week. For the first time in my ENTIRE life, I developed a zit that I have not tried to pop. I have left it alone! And you know what?? It is now going away! This is a HUGE step for me. Because I'm a picker. More on that later.