Didn't Last Long

This morning, the floor of our bedroom was littered with white fluff, and there was a certain Blue's Clues toy that had a gaping hole where its nose used to be. Maybe I should start collecting this fluff, and start stuffing old socks with it, and use those as toys. It would certainly be cheaper. I could draw faces on them so they'd be cuter, too.

I managed to oversleep a bit this morning - usually, if Marc and I don't carpool in together, he leaves super-early, and calls home on his way to work to wake me up. I was in a deep sleep having a dream about how my parents got me free plane tickets to LA so I could go for a day, and I was walking through the airport with my dad, carrying an orange stuffed animal that was a cat, but wasn't Garfield. When we got to the gate, I realized I'd forgotten to bring my purse. My dad said we could go buy one quickly, but I reminded him that what I really needed was my driver's license. I ended up not really being upset, since I didn't really want to go to LA anyways. I hate last-minute travel.

So anyways, because I was dreaming, I totally didn't hear Marc's calls until it was a bit late, at which point I was jolted awake, went, "ohmigod!", and slapped my hands down at my sides, which resulted in a startled "meow!" from Stubby, whom I'd slapped because he was sleeping on the bed next to my butt. Bandit, who was sleeping between my feet, paused from his de-stuffing of the Blue's Clues toy to look at me.

And that was my morning.

We didn't do much last night - Marc went to the store to pick up some ice cream as well as a big bag of M&Ms, despite the fact that we're supposed to be on a diet (or pseudo-diet, as he calls it). If you're not already familiar with Marc's love for M&Ms (he has a huge dispenser collection), this story should clue you in. So he comes into the office (where I'm on the computer) with his bag of M&Ms. Now, he only likes the plain kind. So he plops the bag onto his desk. He goes, "Now that didn't sound right. Did I pick up the wrong ones?!?!" He picks up the bag and immediately checks. They're the right ones. He opens it up, pulls out a couple, and says, "OH, they made them bigger" (M&Ms is doing a special "Shrek" version of their M&Ms). He's such an M&M fiend, that he can recognize the SOUND they make. He was pretty proud of it too.