Ice Cream Advisory

I am going to openly lift an idea from Blue Dot and share my dream with you that I had last night.

First you should know that it is all Otto's fault. Yesterday morning I was pretty ticked off at him because I had to trip over his dirty clothes and shoes to take a shower, and as always the newspaper was there posing as our bath mat. I have been trying to be a good wife and keep the house clean and my man fed. I will freely admit that I can be a perfectionist bitch, but I will also admit that Otto can be a slob.

I was miffed most of the day and so I went grocery shopping to get out of my funk and plan dinner. Well I found a new flavor from Ben and Jerry's to drown my sorrows in: The Godfather. This ice cream gave me the dreaded teeth dream.

In my dream I went to Target to find an orthodontist for my regular checkup. One of the checkout girls found someone for me. The "orthodontist" lady looked like any other regular schmo at Target and agreed to examine me. I smiled at her with my retainer in place and I got the thumbs up, everything looks good. The lady handed me a bill for $1000. I was upset and tried to argue and explain the most I had ever paid was $300. I finally got in line at the customer service department and paid the damn bill. When I got to my car and smiled in the rearview mirror I noticed that part of my teeth on the right side had rotted away.

I always find this type of dream stressful and I saw a lot of irony in dreaming about losing my teeth after eating something called The Godfather. Use extreme caution when consuming, especially if it is by the pint.