I have vivid dreams, which I always want to discuss in the morning but (a) my husband is at work/getting ready for work or (b) my husband is home but he is focused on real life and my subconscious be dammed!
My last dream featured a Ferris Wheel. Ironically, my hubby works at the High Roller in Las Vegas otherwise known as that big wheel on the strip. Some say Ferris Wheels symbolizegetting nowhere in life or the ups and downs of life. My husband dislikes his job because of poor management while I dislike my work because it’s so boring. Time for a change? 💡
I’m back in my hometown Albuquerque visiting my fam, and I already miss my place! When visiting home, I usually stay with my parents, unless my husband and my other Chihuahua come along. My solo trips are almost always a great time, but with great times come suppression.
In other words, it feels like I’m expected to turn into a teenager again, but a well-behaved teenager this time around. And silly me, I fall into that trap every time.
Unlike me, you can get out without your parents’ permission and take a last look at Designer Showcase’s August round. I’m really digging Well Made Riley. It comes with a multi-color and multi-pattern to fit any mood and any occasion. Click here for your ride!
My husband will appreciate half of this post. Now, when I say he’ll appreciate it, I mean he’ll remember the original story. We adopted Annabelle, a little rascal of a Chihuahua, last year because my husband saw her picture and wanted to give our Chihuahua Loki a companion. The first couple of days were rough! I was protective over my Loki because…well he’s a mama’s boy. Annabelle is younger so much more playful. Naturally, I thought playful meant she wanted to eat him. Now I know better. They’re a cute little team. She feels like a part of the family, which hopefully means she won’t try and run.
Annabelle’s foster parents warned us that she was an escape artist. We found out that was true a couple of days later. She didn’t escape, but she hauled ass down the stairs and out the door. Thankfully, my husband caught her. I can’t imagine our little family without her. Both of our pups were rescues, so I always wonder about their lives before us. That also means my husband and I are fiercely protective of them. We don’t know where Annabelle wanted to go or where our little rat babies (yeah that means Chihuahuas in our world) have been.