So, I'm sick with a cold, and in my Nyquil-induced sleep last night I dreamed that I was getting married to Lt. Dangle from Reno 911. And while I was in my wedding dress, I looked down and all of the stones had fallen out of my engagement ring. Because they were glass.
Do what you will with that little nugget of info. I won't be taking Nyquil tonight. That is one pretty f*cked up dream.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
Yes, I know Pam and Jim got married on the Maid of the Mist, which totally steals the thunder from this post, but BooBerry, Bill and I spent four fantastic days at the Marriott Niagara Falls Hotel & Spa. Boo's room overlooked the falls, and we ate some great food.
Oh, and Bill and I celebrated our anniversary, October 6, there too. Happy Anniversary, hon. Guess I haven't scared you off yet!