Life as LawWife

Evidently, last night was one of those nights when both husband and wife are tortured in their sleep. Dude. My husband had nightmares about being chased by Ed Harris, caught, and then tortured. Ed seems like such a nice guy, and Dan has no idea why he'd be tortured...he has no information, promise!

I got to have a nightmare about divorce. UGH!!! I remember thinking yesterday that I can't imagine feeling so cut off from my husband that we'd want to be apart permanently. I guess that fed my dreams. I wanted out, right now, but I kept changing my mind. The finality of it would get to me, and I'd go to him to tell him I just wanted a trial separation or no separation at all. I have no idea what it was all about. I just wanted to hold his hand this morning and not let him leave for work!

If you ever have a poodle, keep his/her rear trimmed even between visits to the groomer. This morning I had quite the disgusting experience, and I don't want anyone ever having to repeat it. It involved sticks, garbage bags (or whatever that black stuff is people put over their flower beds but under the wood chips), wet paper towels, a Walmart bag, and scissors and then ended with a bath.

Rambaldi was not pleased by the whole exchange. 

1) Grab the nearest book.

2) Open the book to page 123.

3) Find the fifth sentence.

4) Post the text of your sentence in your journal or weblog along with these instructions.

5) Don't search around for the "coolest" book you can find. Do what's actually next to you.

Nearly Headless Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor Tower, was staring morosely out of a window, muttering under his breath, "...don't fulfill their requirements...half an inch, in that..." Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, J.K. Rowling.