I woke up this morning with the thought in my head that before I had a “Mom” car, I had a black Camaro. It was FAST, beautiful and BADASS. We had that car up until Anna was born. Her carseat wouldn’t fit in the backseat. We tried, though!
I used to listen to hard rock / heavy metal exclusively. The “old” me would have vomited if I heard that song that has “super duper cute” in it (‘Can’t Stand It’ by Nevershoutnever). Two a.m. used to be an early bedtime, not a late one. And, of course, there are all the other things that I won’t write down. I used to have an edge.
I love my life. I have the worlds greatest husband. I have awesome girls and life is just really damned good. I think there’s just a part of me that’s missing that edge a little bit.
I think what caused the dream is that last night, for the first time ever, my whiskey didn’t taste good. I drink wine, I drink beer, but Jack and diet soda has always been my drink of choice. Last night, it just didn’t taste right. I don’t know why.
This wild-and-crazy girl is off to fix lunch for her family, then go to the Home and Garden show.