Mermaids

Betcha didn't know I loved mermaids. Certain kinds. Yes and obviously, I'm picky about my mermaids and which I like. There is a certain artist here locally who makes and paints them and they are all over the city. I sometimes bring my camera when I'm over there just to take pictures. I have two framed and three unframed. I went to her website last Christmas and paid WAY too much for a very small but beautiful mermaid ornament to hang on our tree. LOVE IT. It's one of my prized ornaments, I betcha didn't know. Did ya?

Here's the bigger question: Why the HECK am I up so freakin' late? Why can't I sleep? Why do I keep dreaming (three times in a row thankyouverymuch) that I am pregnant? It's making me think in my concious stream of thinking that I AM pregnant and let me tell you, let me JUST tell you, I am SO not pregnant and SO don't want to be ever again. Here me God? Kay. Just checkin. So lets just go ahead and stop with the dreams. Kay? Today someone at work said several times, "you look so different, what is it? Is it your hair, what is it?" to which the final time she said it, I almost said, "well of course, silly, I'm pregnant!" (insert car screeching sound right here) HUH? I'm freakin' insane! I am NOT pregnant but I now have myself thinking I am. Please someone help me, I can no longer discern fact from dream. It's gonna be a long day. I need to get my butt to sleep. It's already 4:30 am. nigh nigh.

--J