Had a dream where I had been adopted by this other family, and then transferred over to a different family at 16. All the while I was trying to get back to mom and dad (not sure how I knew they were mom and dad, or why dad was even alive in this dream, but there you go). I remember being so angry at my new parents for taking me out of French Immersion- we were living out on the farm or something. I remember shouting something like "this is who I am," and then running away to Winnipeg to try and find moma and dad. I found them and just launched myself at dad, not wanting to let go.

When I woke up, I realized that I kicked my floor lamp onto my bed. Not sure how exactly.

So. The day started off strange.

I took a shower and found half of a Honey I Washed the Kids bar that I think Shannon brought me the last time she went out west, so that was a nice thing. Did more knitting, and mom said that she really liked the scarf. Yaye!

Front page of the Free Press today is full of pictures of animals needing to be adopted from the human society. So, so tempted to get another kitty, but I thought of Grimalken, and how she gets jealous and mad (and passive aggressive) with me when I spend more time wit mom than her. I cringe at what she'd do with anothe cat/kitten in the house.
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