Has anyone ever told you that you look like the Cosby sisters?

I had the CRAZIEST dream last night. It was so vivid and so real but so bizarre. You probably ought to also know that I have seen "The Bourne Identity" and "The Bourne Supremacy" way too many times.

It started (or the first thing I remember) was Brian and I on a train. The train pulled into the airport- got that? and we deboarded. Brian had apparently seen someone who looked like a cop because he pulled out a ballcap, threw it on his head and went running. Very similar to a "Jason Bourne" move. I waved good-bye, like it was normal for us to be getting off a train with no baby and him running from police, and then my dad showed up.

Dad and I walked/ran through the parking garage to find his car. His car was the tiniest thing ever. Definitely foreign. His knees were up in the dashboard as he drove. It had to have been a new airport or new to us because we couldn't find our way out. I was still thinking about Brian and him running from the police when a lion showed up in the middle of the road. It stood as tall as the my dad's car. I haven't figured out why the airport/train station had a lion, in a cage, with a trainer. Hmmm...

The next thing I remember was the dream morphing into another chase scene. This time it was my sister Lindsay being chased. The dream went through several years span. The younger years are blurred.

I remember being at my mom and dad's current house. Lacey and I were making some sort of drink, probably sweet tea, and there was a mouse in the pitcher. Lacey's cat then swallowed the mouse whole enlarging it's own stomach to mouse size and shape. I immediately put the cat outside so the mouse could get out. Once I was outside I saw cars parked out front. Logically, this could only mean one thing...they are after Lindsay. Wait! These are her friends, trying to help her escape. I created a plan, much like the one from Harry Potter. Lacey and I dressed like Lindsay. (Like my boobs and Lacey's giantness could pass for Lindsay, not to mention we don't have dreads.) We all dress in a yellow tank top, black pants and jackets with big sunglasses. I hoped no one would notice my tank top outlined in white and not black.

We each jumped in a different black Escalade and went to the bank. We needed all the money we had for our life on the run. While at the bank we learned our parents had seperate funds for each of us. Oddly, I was logically thinking what I would do with that sum of money in my name. I knew perfectly well I would fix my car, pay on a credit card and save the rest. Bizzare that I was still sitting in the bank dressed like a bee but thinking logically.

I remember looking at Lindsay and Lacey and wondering why they looked African American. Odd. Then the banker said, "Has anyone ever told you that you look like the Cosby sisters?"

HA! Then I woke up. I told you. Crazy. Bizarre.

AHHHHH!

Work is a whirlwind today and I need a short break.

I went with my sister and grandmother yesterday to David's Bridal to try on my dress. Lacey is getting married in September and I am her matron-of-honor. All I can say is, "Praise Jesus, Lacey has taste." I just wish she was decisive. I love my sister but she can't make a decision to save her life.

I have tried to explain to her that this is her day. Not mine. Not mom's. Just hers. If she decides that her colors are orange and yellow, I'll wear it with a smile. Thankfully, she decided on this clover color.

This is the second gown she has picked. The first was two-pieces, in cream and crimson or was that crimson and cream? (she couldn't decide) Regardless, the dresses are now ordered. There is no turning back.

Hopefully.

On the homefront, Ethan woke up entirely too early this morning at 6:00am. I refused to arise so we laid in bed for another hour until Brian got home from work. The look on his face when he heard the garage door open was priceless. He was laying still and heard the hum of the door. He sat up so quickly with wide eyes and mouth opened, he gasped and said, "YAY!"

Who can resist that? We got up and I made breakfast. I scrambled to get ready for work and left in time to grab Starbucks. A girl's gotta have her coffee! Now I'm slammed at work, desk piled high.

So back to work for me. Happy Tuesday!