For the last three nights in a row, I’ve dreamt that I was incredibly late for some event because I couldn’t decide what to wear.
Dream #1 featured my friend Jags and I attending my company’s golf outing, only we were like 3 hours late because I couldn’t find the proper golfing shirt. I dismissed each of her suggestions as “too sexy.”
Dream #2 featured my friend the Hipster Mom and me attending some sort of BBQ at a co-worker’s house, only I couldn’t find the right shoes.
Dream #3 (last night) featured FFJ & I going out to dinner with the Slamming Poet and Andrea, only I kept delaying our departure because I couldn’t locate the proper bra for such an occassion.