Today I Painted My Ceiling and Primed the Walls, But This Is More Interesting

I was sitting on a lawn chair in my driveway getting whittling lessons from my brother when I noticed a familiar car driving down the street. It was white, mostly. And smallish--I never did catch the make and model. And a large woman with curly hair and a giant smile was driving it.

I couldn't believe it, but apparently Candy and her 2 sons (and presumably her husband and brother-in-law) had moved from Virginia to a house right down the street from me! I met this family while working for ASP this summer--I never expected to see them again so soon!

So naturally, ran out to the road to say hello.

Except then she yelled at me for spying on her--how did I know that she'd moved in down the block from me if I wasn't spying? "It's not nice to watch people like that!"

I was mortified--I hadn't been spying, somehow I just knew! I ran into the house crying my eyes out about how all I wanted was to say hello and give her a hug and learn more sign language. "I just... Candy... Tommy..." I choked.

My mother promptly handed me a chocolate bar and went to go find my brother Tommy to see what he'd done to make me cry.

...And then I woke up.

I don't dream very often. Based on the above, that's probably a good thing.