I sailed away to China, in a little red boat to find ya, and you said you had to get your laundry clean…

No really. I did have a bizarre dream last night. It was Valentine’s Day, and we were going to the airport to pick up my mother in law who was coming for a visit. Aaron insisted on stopping on the way- at a florist- and bought her this gorgeous bouquet of pink flowers. They were like a combo between orchids and tulips. Beautiful greenery, wrapped in soft pink tulle.

And I was SO mad. I couldn’t understand why *I* didn’t get flowers, because I should have been his Valentine, being his wife and all. I pouted and complained and then he went out and got me my own bouquet- of half dead, browning ugly yellow carnations.

I woke up still livid. I told him about it and we laughed. He says he never dreams like that- where he wakes up still in the moment, feeling the emotions. I know when he tells me about his dreams- it usually starts out with him telling me he’d dreamed he was in a video game.

Men are so weird.