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Dear dreams,

I can handle NASCAR drivers.

I can handle wild animals.

What I can't handle are the weird dreams that play like a Disney Channel teeny bopper afternoon sitcom. Even Saved By The Bell looked like Shakespeare in comparison. *scrubs brain*

Although Elliott Sadler did make an appearance and my grandfather approved of me dating him because he drove a Ford. (Seriously. That was my grandfather's dream reasoning for it being okay for me to date Elliott. And the funny thing is - that would honestly be his exact reasoning for me to date Elliott.)

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Work. Ack! TOO MUCH.

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Parents are coming home today. This evening in fact. Let the games begin!

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Yesterday I anticipated the weather being nasty *before* I got home, so I made sure to fold up the outdoor chairs and bring the hanging baskets to a "not gonna blow over" level on the patio. I also removed the top of the bird feeder from the stand and put it on the patio table.

I got home to the top of hte feeder in pieces (luckily it was how it would come apart naturally) and birdseed everywhere, thanks to the overzealous squirrel. Grrrr. He couldn't wait? Dumbass squirrel.

Which, I need a squirrel icon.

Tony. Mouth.

tourofduty will absolutely die for this.

( Tony Picture - With Mouth Porn! )