Mutti Chronicles

Frank the turkey, of course! …So we had Frank for Thanksgiving dinner. Then Father had a Frank sandwich later the same day. Then we had leftover Frank mixed with gravy for lunch the next day. We had cold Frank sandwiches for lunch on Saturday. And today we had Frank for dinner with stuffing and potatoes. And still there are 2 bags of chopped Frank left in the refrigerator. Enough of Frank already! Go away!

So last night the weird dreams continued. This time Roseanne Barr was in charge of an Olympic competition. Ok. The connection will be clear in a moment. So Sara Gilbert had a small part on ER, which I was watching last night. Sara Gilbert played the part of Roseanne’s daughter on the show Roseanne which I used to watch a lot. And thus Roseanne Barr was in charge of the Olympic paralell bar competitions. Get it? Barr…bars. Yeah. It was the only connection I could come up with.

So I dreamed last night that son #2 got married. I was at the church, but maybe it wasn’t a church it might have been a hotel ballroom. And I suddenly remembered I didn’t bring my dress along. But it was the same dress I wore at son #1’s wedding. Except of course the dress was across town. at some other place. I decided to run cross country to go get it. When I got to the place where the dress was, all of the wedding guests where still there. I told them they better hurry up and get to the wedding. I took a shortcut back to the church/ballroom which went along an ocean shoreline. At one point as I was running along the shoreline, I had to jump over a space between the rocks . Of course I missed and landed in the water. Huge waves kept crashing over me and I finally got to the church/ballroom soaking wet. When I got there I remembered that I had forgotten to get the dress dry cleaned and it smelled like perspiration. I thought I had time to go get it cleaned but I figured I should ask someone to drive me. But why didn’t I just ask someone to drive me to begin with? At that point, I woke up. On TV 2 dogs were getting married on Providence. Yeah, okay, that was too weird!

Yes, it was stressful. It was touch and go there for awhile. The results were unclear right up until the end. And I’m sure everyone knows how I wanted it to turn out. But now I think everything could possibly be alright. Maybe.
Yeah, I bet you thought I was talking about the election didn’t you?
But no. I supppose I could. But everyone seems to be way too emotional and unwilling to accept the fact that 51% of the country prefers to have a conservative president in posession of some moral values. So instead I’m referring to my most recent HAIRCUT.
I always seem to get the stylist that I don’t really like. I hoped it wouldn’t be her, but it was. She seems to have this need to cut my hair the way SHE wants to, not the way I want her to. And then she dries it so outrageously that I have to go home and rewash it just to get it flat again. It may turn out okay eventually. Maybe after a few inches have grown back out. But for now I just can’t do a thing with it.
And in the future I think I’ll stay away from making comments on strangers’ websites. Well, maybe not. I’m just not going back to read the rebuttal.