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I was reading a post from Alison Wonderland  and it made me think of this night a few months ago…

So I’m cleaning up after a long day.  putting dishes away, loading the dishwasher, etc.  I pick up a travel coffee mug that had been sitting in a corner on my counter for god-knows-how-long.  Immediately it catches my eye – is that a spider web? wow, it’s thick… what the… is that a spider? wait a minute… I scream for my husband (who’s already in bed, trying to go to sleep – but I don’t care, this is important).  He marches down the stairs and I say “what the F&%k is this???”

“It’s an egg sack.” he replies as he washes it down the garbage disposal… EWWWWWWWW

egg sack

I’m 29 years old, and if it’s the slightest bit hot, I sweat buckets.  I walk by people, not a drip of sweat on them, but me, I need a towel to constantly wipe my brow.  What the hell is wrong with me? Is there some kind of medical miracle that will help me tame this annoying bodily function? 

Not only that, but even when I’m not sweating (or if I’ve JUST wiped the sweat off my face) my face is as red as a tomato.  I look like a freak!  Is there no help for this?

I dread going out today.  I promised my kids I’d take them to the fair, but it’s hot already and it’s not even 10.  What will it be like in an hour after M gets up from his nap?  UGGG…

Ok, so I was sick yesterday… well, I didnt’ throw up or anything, but I felt terribly nauseous and had a migrane that made me unable to open my eyes.  I shipped the kids off to my MIL’s and went back to bed.  About 12:30 pm, hubby came home from work and we napped together for a few hours.  But I had woken up with a weird dream.  The only part I can remember to this dream was some dude with an accent, singing to me, and he had asian backup singers.  So I tell hubby about the backup singers and added “they were in full kimono garb and all, it was akward” and he replys, “then they were japanese..” as he closes his eyes and goes to sleep…

So last night, I have another weird a$$ dream… I remember going to make coffee and seeing TURDS in the coffee maker.  YES – FECES.  weird, right? so in my dream I remember taking pictures… I didn’t clean up the poop, but I took pictures.  That’s all I remember.  But when hubby woke up this morning, I almost asked him about it… by the time I got up and made coffee, there was no poop… 

how messed up am I?