I dreamed a dream..

*Anyone else hear Susan Boyle in their heads? No? Just me?..Ok then*

So, a lot happened last week. Some good, some bad, and some down right ugly. It was a roller coaster ride, and as Jeremy put it..'probably the second worst thing that has ever happened (or almost happened) to us'. But, I don't really want to talk about that right now.

Instead, I want to talk about the crazy dream I had last night. A dream that involved a wedding, funny faces, and bloggers that I have never met face to face (This is not the first time I have dreamt about bloggers..I had a dream about Jamie Lovely a long time ago..I'm creepy like that).

*eh..hem*

It all started with going to a wedding. A wedding of someone I did not know, but apparently a lot of other people did because the church was packed. I ended up standing/sitting against the wall. And who did I end up sitting next to..the one and only Pioneer Woman and her oldest daughter. Turns out it was the Pioneer Woman's cousin that was getting married. You would think that since they were family they would have been saved a spot in a pew..but no, they were on the floor with me. So, out comes the bridesmaids..and the bride. Except they didn't come from the back of the church. They came from a side door and right down our aisle, which was on the end of the pews..not the middle aisle. And Heaven forgive me if the Pioneer woman DOES have a cousin like this but the girl was sort of short and squat, with pock mark scars on her face and one black tooth. AND her dress was strapless but I'm pretty sure she was wearing a bra with straps, except they were off her shoulders and sort of half stuffed into the top of the dress.

No, I am NOT kidding!

Anyway, despite her looks she..the bride..seemed to be happy as punch that she was finally getting hitched. After the wedding, the reception was outside. I think I was suppose to get a ride home with the Pioneer Woman but she and her daughter ran off to make people laugh doing this funny face:


NO, I am NOT kidding!!

I ended up in the van of Happy Texan and her crew. She seemed more than happy to give me a ride. But she didn't take me home. She dropped me off at a gas station that was a few blocks away from the wedding/reception and I ttthhhiiinnnkkk my car was there.

This was about the time I woke up, so the details are hazy.

How crazy is that? What the heck does it all mean?