Friday, August 11, 2006

GIVE ME MY FREAKIN' RAISINS

Pregnancy dreams are like being on vicodin dreams- vivid and colorful and ridiculous.
I had a dream about the cereal that Cameron and I bought the other day at the store:
I went to pour myself a bowl of Raisin Bran ceral and there were no raisins ONLY BRAN.
I went to the Pavillions to tell them and they said "Oh. You didn't hear? You have to buy the raisins seperatley now."
What?
I was relieved this morning to find my raisins and my bran together in harmony in one box.

1 comment:

Cameron said...

ooh you.