I Think It May Be Time To Put Down the Crack

Here's why:

This morning I was in that fuzzy dream/wake stage and somehow combined my dream with what was happening in my bed.

(ohhh, sounds kinda dirty, huh?) (well, it was, just not dirty like you are thinking)

I was dreaming my little furkid Morgan was eating blackbirds. She was staring right at me with blackbirds coming out of her mouth and trying to throw up.

In this fuzzy stage I grabbed Morgan, ran into the kitchen with her and started shaking her over the kitchen sink, trying to get her to vomit the blackbirds because I was worried she would choke on the bones.

I finally woke up, realized what I was doing, set her down and she promptly vomited on the floor (not blackbirds, just regular dog junk).

We both stared at each other and got back in bed.

Here's what I've got:

Blackbird- an omen of something to come
Schnauzer- a faithful friend
Vomit-no clue

Summary? I may need a therapist.

*photo credit to Seattle Weekly
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An Unfortunate Mispronounciation

As many know, I have been applying to nursing schools. One of them finally called me back today.

ME: Hello, this is Vanessa

Admissions Adviser: This is _____ calling from Bullet Heaven.

ME: Uhhhh, what?

AA: You called askin about our nursin program?

ME: Oh yes, Bullard Haven!

AA: Right! That's what I said, Bullet Heaven.

ME: I'm sorry, I have to go now. Thanks for calling. (As I crossed that one off my list of possibilities.

While this may turn out to be a very good program, anything pronounced "Bullet Heaven" is just not for me.