Nightmares, Retainers and Love

Eeks! Today has been highly humorous, and only a little bit stressful. Let's start at 8:30 this morning when I was going to get up and mow my lawn, so I would be done with it before our run, and then just get to come home, clean up, and go get my retainer to be done for the day. Notice how it didn't happen. After REMing about making meat products where I snapped and ate them, I woke up in a horrible mood. It was even worse when I looked out the window and saw a thousand droplets of dew on the grass. Obviously, it was too soggy to mow. Sad day! Not entirely though, because I ended up going back to bed, until about 10:40, when I woke up after another nightmare where I was pretty much a daemon with amazing claws, not unlike the freaky kitty chick from X-Men 2. It was fabulous, but still weird. After checking my Scrabble status, I noticed that my very good friend who attended Scrabble club with me had started a game. Huzzah! Love Scrabble.... She's kicking my butt again so far.... However, I've had two Bingo racks with no where to put them. SO! Dissapointing!!! \: Anywho, apparently I lost track of time, because soon my doorbell rang, and it was my trash-kicking running buddy. -Sigh- So much for not being in my pj's when he got there. Anywho, case in point, it was a bad run for some alien reason. I have a feeling I was abducted last night during the meat-mare, and had my lungs stitched together. So not cute.

So after that jazz [and checking the progress of our Scrabble game of course], I cleaned up, didn't have time to do my hair [yes, it frizzed on the way], and just my luck we were doing pictures. Great.... Just what I needed.... All I wanted to do was pick up my amazing retainer, and get-outa-there. That was not to be. Because I'm so amazing, they wanted to hear stories. Come on! I was used to having a 6 week period to get material! Eight days does not equal six weeks.... So I entertained them with the same series of events I've shared thus far. And they would know that if they read my blog. Anywho, the point is, I'm super jazzed about my retainer. Maybe I'll even get a picture up some day. It. Is. Fan. Freaking. Tastic. :D It's black and white zebra stripes with a red glittery case. LOVE IT! However, in retrospective, I have a feeling I should have picked out the hot pink glittery case.... Shazam! My love for it is not diminished. I have the sexiest retainer lisp ever. Good thing I answer phones all day at work....

One thing I've noticed as I've aged [not matured by any means] is that love is so misunderstood. My impression about it is that it's always there, to some extent. The form however, is often misconstrued. When I say "I love you" to the majority of my friends, they freak out because they tend to think I'm romantically interested in them. The majoirty of the time, this isn't even remotely true. But as a person I still love them. It seems that love can only be an attraction between two people, and only those two people. I don't know. My train of thought is derailing, but my love for people changes only in form of attraction, not the strength of the attraction.

Anywho, now that I'm done being slightly philosophical, I suppose I'll go Greek it up and make another Greek salad, ingredients pending. Cheers!