Obama Doesn’t Love Me
Well…it’s something of a miracle. I finished my Halloween sewing two days early. This is pretty much unheard of in my house – but I’m not complaining.
I’m amazed, but not complaining.
In other weirdness, I had another bizarro dream this morning. Did you ever wake up from a dream where something made you angry in the dream and you wake up absolutely furious? Well, that was me this morning.
I dreamt that Barack Obama asked me out on a date, so of course I accepted – what am I, dumb? Apparently so, because he was taking me out to the Celebrity Rehab place to have dinner with Gary Busey (who frankly scares the bejeezus out of me) only when we got there, Gary was no where to be found. Instead, those girls from that show The Hills were there. After looking around, Obama said, “It’s not clean enough to eat here.”
So we left of the campaign bus and traveled sixty-some years back in time…to get an ice cream cone. We had a lovely time eating ice cream and chatting and just when it seemed like he was about to kiss me…he confessed how much he loves his wife.
I woke up right then and oh my God, was I pissed!!! Irrationally enraged. And then I laid there for a minute and thought about how ridiculous it was. It’s not like I have a crush on him or anything…and yet there I was all cranky at 5 am because Barack loves Michelle more than me. My husband, however, thought it was hilarious.
I don’t think there’s any deep underlying meaning here – I think it just means that I’m on election overload. For another author having even better Barack Obama dreams, check out Jen Armintrout’s blog.
Tuesday can’t come soon enough!