All Earth, All Undead...

I had a crazy dream last night. The very last part took the form of a black and white commercial for blue jeans... you know - car, dog, girl (me) and two guys (Matt and some guy my brain concocted) laughing and looking happy as can be...except that we're all dead. Then the tagline pops up at the bottom of the screen... (See title above.) Yeah. It was odd. There was more, but it's just too bizarre to go into. I'll merely give you 3 words and let you sort it out for yourself (but not before refuting that I was on my best behavior in this dream and did not become embroiled in any tawdry affairs)... porn retreat and hermaphrodites. Someone had to go and plant the topic of porn in my mind before I went to sleep. At least my husband had a good laugh when I told him about it this morning.
Coffee, how I love you. You make my life worthwhile... I sit here with my nicotine patch affixed to my arm - I could have a whole other blog filled with nothing but posts on my quest to become smoke free. It's a battle, especially when there's two people involved and they aren't always on the same page, and I've stopped posting about it here for the most part so people can't see what an indescisive, weak-willed husk of a woman I truly am - and coffee is the only thing that's keeping me from turning into a total bitch. (See time of month for further details.) I think I'm substituting one addiction for another...normally I only have coffee in the morning and that's it, but now I'm finding myself brewing pots throughout the entire day. If only it wasn't so damn delicious. That's also one of the reasons I adore this whole time of year...Coffee in the afternoon when it's 100 degrees outside just isn't the same, and there's just suck comfort in being enveloped by warmth from a fuzzy blanket or sitting by the fire. Sweltering heat doesn't quite give the same effect. In that same vein, we're expecting a great deal of snow here over the next week, or so the news says. They have trouble being accurate, so I'm not going to get overly excited about the prospect of the first real snow of the year, but even so...okay, I'm excited. I'm like a kid waiting for Christmas morning here. (I have already put up my decorations, by the way. I've saved the tree for later, but everything else has been in place since Saturday. If the department stores can jump straight from Halloween to Christmas, so can I.) I can't wait. If I ever get my hands on another digital camera - since Brodie broke the last one - I'll take pictures of it so my more unfortunate friends in Texas can share in the wintery goodness. Now, since this has gotten vaguely off topic and increasingly boring by the word, I'm putting a stop to it.