Listening to someone go on and on about the dream they had the night before can get old quickly. However, eating dinner a few nights back as Harper explained her Land of Nod visit to a barber shop that doubled as a bar was very entertaining, mainly because she has never been in a barber shop or a bar.
Last night I had a dream during which I visited IKEA, but I was told that my dress was inappropriate. A wispy woman who may have been a ghost provided me with the proper shopping uniform, which consisted of khaki pants and suspenders with no shirt. I stepped out of the dressing room feeling extremely uncomfortable. I quickly mentioned my need for some sort of tank top. Apparently, people who DON’T ask for shirts get them, and those of us who did had to spend the next several hours holding their suspender straps in place to cover their otherwise bare chests.