I spent the entire morning dreaming I was waking up from napping on J&P's couch hearing the little emperor cry. And everytime I woke up, I *knew* I wasn't awake, because the house kept changing configurations (seriously, a huge dining room with a play area straight out of the swiss family robinson treehouse??), or strange people were in it, or they were set up for a party and there were homemade cookies EVERYWHERE, or I finally made it to the baby and his grandparents were all in there asking me what I was doing there. And I would pinch myself to wake up, and I wouldn't feel anything, so I would go lie down on the couch again, and then I would wake up again and everything would change *again*. Except the couch. It was always comfy.
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Date: 2011-03-02 05:04 pm (UTC)I think I would have rather been in Amsterdam!