Blogger's Anonymous, Here I Come

After John left for work this morning, I had the most crazy dream. Here is how it went:

It was winter time, and I was going about my morning routine after dropping Caitlin off at school when John came walking through the door with a frown on his face. He explained how his VW Passat had stranded him between our house and Pantex. Apparently, he had been able to revive it long enough to turn around and come home. It promptly died in the garage and he couldn't restart it. (For some reason, we lived in a different house. The new house was way smaller, not a 2-story, and the front of the garage--where the front of the cars are--faced the rest of the house) I told him to take his Bronco II and get back to work, but he decided he would take the day off instead. The next thing I know, it's evening. John and I were in the garage looking at the dead Passat trying to figure out what to do. Mom had come over to watch the kids since we were preoccupied. Suddenly, I heard a loud VVVVVRRRRROOOOMMMMM come from the Passat. The next thing I know, it's driving through the house and crashing through walls! It put a huge hole in practically every wall, and all John could do was just stand there and watch it. We were both in shock. After watching the Passat leave our property and start driving/crashing into the neighbors' houses, I ran after it. I was yelling at John to go get his stupid car, and he said, "I really could care less if I ever see it again. Let it go."
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!? I ran as far as I could, still didn't find it, then came back to the house. John had disappeared, and Mom and the kids were sitting in the living room staring at the damage. "Well, at least you have house insurance Mel," she said. With a deep sigh, I went to the bedroom to retrieve the camera. I came dragging back through the living room, head down, camera in hand. "That's a great idea honey! Start taking pictures of the damage for the insurance while it's fresh," Mom said. "Insurance? Naaaahhhh. I was gonna take pictures for the blog. My friends are never gonna believe this!" I responded.
Then I woke up.

Sad isn't it? :) When I called John and told him about the dream, all he could say was "Yeeeeaaaahhhh, that's pretty pathetic. You really do have a blogging problem." LOL