Last night I had this great idea for a post. So I went to the site, but it wouldn't load up. And rather than write it down elsewhere to post later, I went to bed. Now I have no idea what it was going to be about. So basically I saved myself the time and effort of writing it all up, and you the time of reading it. It obviously wasn't good enough to remember.


I had a dream the other night that I was being held against my will in a tower of a castle by those damn flying monkeys from the Wizard Of Oz. I have been scared of those things since the first time I saw them. They are right up there with Gremlins. The creature. Not the car. Anywho, I kept yelling for someone to save me, but no one heard. Then out of nowhere someone flew in the tower I was being held captive in and set me free, all Superman like. My Superman was behind me fighting off the flying monkeys so I didn't get to see who it was until we made it out of the castle. Then I saw it was Dave. *swoon* My hero.


I was at Physical Therapy and Michael told me that my legs were lined up correctly today. That's pretty darn cool. Here's hoping they are on Friday too.


I also watched Trista and Ryan's Wedding this evening after Ed of course. The entire thing cost more than 3 million dollars. That puts a whole new definition to a big wedding. But their first dance was to a song that Ryan wrote and put to music sung by Brad Paisley. That'd be nice. *sigh*


Peace...

Current Music: Train - I'm About To Come Alive
"Don't give up on me I'm about to come alive..."