My mum and dad drove all the way from Ohio to ground me. (Me, a married 30-year old homeowner.) My house hadn’t been kept to their standards. My dad was also sponge painting the foyer with a loofa while I was stuck in my bedroom because he was tired of our white walls.
Oh, and then while enjoying a nice lunch at a restaurant with Okey, the manager sat down at our table and proceeded to eat everything on my plate after pushing me aside. Then he was belligerent when I refused to pay for my meal.
A friend who is a professional photographer asked me to help shoot a wedding with her. It wasn’t until I used up an entire memory card did I realize that every picture I took was worthless. I hadn’t actually focused on anything because a particular setting on the lens was set to manual.
And then an anonymous reader commented that I needed to work on the introductions to my blog posts. He didn’t like my writing style. I considered never blogging again.
I’ve been having some strange dreams lately. How about you?