Last night I had a dream.
I dreamt I was walking through a field of flowers; a soft wind caressing my dewy skin.
In the distance I could see him..
(and WOW, he had hair on his head again!)
but more importantly he was pointing..
to a clearing.
The reflection of the sun was blinding,
but as I got closer, I could see it..
a brand new,
gas stove with a big bow on top!
It was so clean
I ran up to it,
leaned over the top
and wrapped it in an embrace.
But my elbow hit the side of a grate
and it hurt!
I woke up.
My left arm was awkwardly stuck under my stomach;
I rolled over and lay there for a while, rubbing my aching appendage and contemplating what it means when the love interest in your dream is not your husband, or Brad Pitt,
but a GE appliance…
and you’re actually fine with that.❤️
I’ll have to book myself on Dr. Phil to figure this one out.
I’m hoping his will be the last installment of my oven cleaning saga. I sprayed the grates with a heat proof black paint yesterday and blasted the oven with a can of cleaner before running out of the house. I’m expecting to arrive today to a miracle that is me effortlessly removing the interior grime with nothing but a cotton ball..HA!!
I also started cleaning the windows and sills..
Yes, that’s dog hair on the left – and on the right?
Not quite sure..
Ah, the “adventure” continues..