Very odd dream.

It's short.

Eric and I were getting ready for something. He was in the kitchen and I was going out to the car for something. As I went out the front door I couldn't believe my eyes! My DAD was coming up the walk! I could tell he'd been dead because he was pasty white and his lips looked like they were peeling, but they'd revived him! I was so happy to see him that I ran out to him and gave him a big hug. He hugged me back. I said, "Dad! They brought you back to life!"

"Yeah," he snapped, "Nobody asked me if I wanted to be brought back."

I understood. I've been on the other side temporarily myself.

"I'm sorry Dad. I wish you were happy to be back." Then as we walked into the house together I called out, "Eric! It's a miracle! Guess who's here!"

Then I woke up because Miss Cactus was caterwauling in the bedroom.

My dream didn't make me sad. It made me glad that Dad's on the other side and that they can't make him come back.

It is time for my annual wedding anniversary post!

11 years ago today...

I got my usual dozen of enormous red roses delivered at work this morning with the usual romantic card. *swoon*

He called in the afternoon to let me know the 11 enormous red roses I ordered from the very same place for him had arrived. Next year he gets a dozen, then I switch to binary or something. Yeah, we're geeks!

( This is how we looked that day )