Levedy

Quiznos. Golf, and House Envy

I dreamed about the wedding two nights ago. Everything was going wrong. Correction: two things were going wrong, which, in the universe of wedding planning, means that the universe will stop rotating on its axis, toads will rain from the sky, and general mayhem will certainly ensue. ("Human sacrifice, cats and dogs...living together, mass hysteria") My dress wouldn't fit, and the church's facilities director had fired the chef. He told me five minutes before the ceremony was about to start that he would run and get Quiznos instead. I was crushed. Dimitri was elated (he loves Quiznos). Breathe, Jennifer. Breathe. It was just a dream.

Yesterday, Dimitri and I went to see a model house that he and his mother had scoped out a week ago or so. I really liked the house. Since we were in the neighborhood of the golf course, and Dimitri just happened to have his clubs in the trunk (I smell a set-up here) Dim dropped me off at the clubhouse for an hour while he "Hit some balls." (Under other circumstances, I would assume that Dim is a gangster rather than a yuppie.)

I couldn't sleep this morning -- I've been up since 4:30. I had/have house on the brain. I really like the house that we looked at. It's sad that we won't move into it. (Too expensive/we'd have to sell our house toot-sweet to swing the deal) I think it would have been perfect. It had a great kitchen, which our house does not. It had enough room for Dim to have a decent office. It had enough room for kids and cats and storage and entertaining friends.*sigh*