Tuesday, January 05, 2010

The Toys are Getting to Me...

...I am starting to crack.

Last night, I dreamed that I was attempting to take a nap and I was in a room that had been boobytrapped with Fisher Price toys. There were 3 other people in the room, and every time they moved, another toy started singing. I was cursing a blue streak at all of them. It was the worst dream I've had in a long time.

1 pearl(s) of wisdom:

Cindy said...

What's worse is when you are upstairs in bed, and you hear a toy go off downstairs. You know, one that only is supposed to go off with motion?

I hope you don't have one of those bears that have the shapes and music that were so popular a few years ago. Those were notorious for being thrown out hte window at 3am by parents.