My stupid brain

I’ve been having some severe insomnia issues for the past couple weeks, so when I *have* been getting sleep, my dreams have been pretty weird.

Case in point:

Last night I was having a really good dream.  Involving this guy:

Yummy.

Just when it got to the good part of the dream, Othello woke me up with the sound of his kittenclaws scratching up my new chair.  So I halfway woke up, called him into the bedroom so he’d leave the damned chair alone, and tried to go back to sleep.

A few minutes later, back in my dozing/half asleep state, there I was – back with Sayid.  Only dream-Kate thought, “Hmm…I’m probably going to be woken up again.  Might as well do something productive since I can’t really enjoy this.”  Then dream-Kate proceeded to clean the dream-bathroom.

Let me repeat myself:  DREAM-KATE LEFT A HOT NAKED (of course he was naked) IRAQI NINJA, SO SHE COULD GO CLEAN THE BATHROOM.

Dream-Kate is a fucking idiot.

PS>Jeff and I are catching up – we’re only on season 5 – so no spoilers, please!

My ideal home…

…would be 2-story, Craftsman style (arts and crafts) house.

…would have a detached garage out back, with a room above it for Jeff’s study.

…would be in a quiet, established, older neighborhood where none of the houses match, and where the streets are a practical grid–not just a maze of cul-de-sacs.

…would be old and sturdy and authentic and lived-in and loved.

…would have have chairs and a swing and some hanging plants on the big ol’ porch, and grass growing up between the bricks on the front walk.

…would be filled with a collection of furniture accumulated from antique stores and refinished by me, each piece picked out and adored, and the end tables won’t match each other, and the bedframes might be wrought iron.

…would have a warm, comfortable kitchen, sunny and large with a breakfast nook in the corner.

…would have wide-open windows as frequently as possible.

…would have a clothesline in the backyard, and an old picnic table, and maybe a couple chickens and a chicken coop.

…would hold books on built-in shelves in the living areas–kids’ books on the lower shelves, mine on the middle ones, and Jeff’s at the top.

…would have a dining room with a big, loooong table of dark wood–maybe with benches running along either side, and that’s where we’d eat most evenings.

…would hide nooks and crannies and practical storage in unexpected places, with no space wasted.

…wouldn’t bother with massive bathrooms or a master ‘suite’ when smaller spaces work just fine.

…would have an attic just like in the movies, with enough space to store baby clothes and Christmas decorations and all that other good stuff.

…would have a girls’ room and a boys’ room and the girls might have a pillow-filled play loft for reading and playing princesses, and the boys’ room would have a super-secret ‘cave’ for playing dragons and having daytime campouts.

…would have a yard filled with old, old trees and some peony bushes and a bench at the back, and a redbud tree and some more nooks and hidden areas for playing, and a vegetable and herb garden right outside the kitchen door.

…would be the kind of place where we could live for 40 years or 50 years and never want to–never have to–move.

…would have a basement with rickety stairs going down, and shelves for holding canned fruits and vegetables, and the washer and dryer in the corner, and might be haunted.

Is that so much to ask?  Guess we’ll find out in a few years…