I had a dream last night that I was at work with no pants on. Just a top and my undies and my legs were as hairy as a sasquatch.
I hate the dreams when I forget my pants. When I finally realize it, I am so horrified but I don't have a skirt or pants to correct the situation so I have to fake it and pretend it is the latest fashion wave to walk around in your underwear at work with hairy gorilla legs.
Glad when I'm in the real world, fully awake that I have never, ever... not even one time, gone to work without pants on.
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ROFL!!!!
Hate that kind of dream. I think it's our sub-conscious telling us to be ourselves, but I'm no shrink.
I left a comment about the hilariousness of picking lentils out of your pie crust that must not have made it on your blog.
Tonia - :)
Susan - I'm applying for a new position at work and think it's anxiety around that. "dressing down" what I do and figuring out how to word it. It will all be fine but yeah... I hate those dreams too!! I have your comment about the lentils...I'm just slow sometimes!
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