Dreaming of a dream about a dream in a dream.

I dreamed one hundred dreams last night, all interwoven into each other and making perfect sense.  My mind was organized and within these hundred dreams, one thousand stories were told all at once and I was able to separate them and understand them all.  This is not at all how my mind works in reality.  I tell my brain:  Think!  Think!  Think! and it just completely shuts down, makes a fart noise and the SpongeBob Squarepants theme song starts playing in my head, over and over.  But having the dream(s) that I had last night makes me think that I must be able to organize my brain and think clearly, if only I could figure out how while being awake and without getting distracted.  It's not happening today, that's for sure.  But if I can't be a thinker, at least I'll be a laugher...

I look out the window to see Kenny riding Mae's "Pretty in Pink" bicycle and she's chasing behind him yelling, "DAD!!!  Get off of my BIKE!!!"  And he replies with, "Gotta catch me first!" and takes off down the driveway at full speed.  Aside from the fact that it's probably time to buy Kenny his own bike, I find it amazing that he is so completely unashamed all the time.  Why can't we all be like that?  Why can't I be like that? 

This morning, I ran like a fool.  I honestly walked directly to the kitchen when I was done, opened the freezer door and stuck my head in it.  I probably could have stayed there all day except the cats were watching me with much curiosity and I decided I wasn't being a good role model.  I would hate to open the freezer door and find a cat in there all because She did it first.  Or maybe it's only kids that follow our bad examples.  I'm not gonna risk it; we've got extremely strange cats who seem to think they're humans.

The forecast for this weekend is promising: sunshine and happiness at full speed.  We've got a whole lot to do and the only downside to having a packed weekend is that it will fly by.  Time is truly an illusion.  My eight-hour work day is much, much longer than my eight-hour fun day.  With this being said, I hope everybody's weekends fly by...only because I wish fun upon everybody.