Somebody here has a cuckoo clock at their desk, and it goes off every 15 friggin' minutes. grr!

Saturday is our walk for breast cancer. (If anyone is feeling generous, it's for Making Strides) I'm keeping my fingers crossed for good weather. Last year, it was beautiful. This year is looking cold, and potentially rainy. I can deal with the cold, but not with the rain. It's raining today. A dark, grey, yucky rain.

I'm also going to a Halloween party on Saturday night. I decided I'm going as dancing/can-can girl. I know Matt is dressing up, but I don't know as what. I don't know who else is coming with us, especially since Greg is out of town. 

The Steelers won! (Finally!) I had just decided to give up on them and become a Colts fan, but I guess I won't. Poor Polamalu got his hair pulled, which looked a bit painful. But how can you miss it?

I've been having really vivid dreams the past few nights. They're really odd, but they're strong and I can remember them when I wake up, which is unusual for me.

I realize that this post makes no sense. So, yeah.

Much love to y'all!

I had a strange dream last night. I dreamed I was in Donna and Stretch's wedding. I was at my parent's house getting dressed. For their wedding gift, I defrosted two steaks (small ones, with no fillets; they were pretty bad steaks) from my parent's freezer, put them on a plate, wrapped them in foil, and then gift wrapped them. I took them with me to the wedding, and sat them on the gift table, where they stayed all day. Ew.

Then I got bored at the reception, and decided to walk home to change. On my way home, I walked through a brew pub, and tripped over my 9th grade English teacher who was sitting at a table with her friends. I literally fell in her lap. We then had a conversation about the finer points of different beers and beer making. I was there until my mother found me and made me go home.

Strange.