What if frogs had machine guns?

That, my friends, is the question of the day. I had this really odd dream the night before last. I was my current age, but the transition boy (TB for those keeping score at home) was the age he was when I last saw him ~ 21. We had agreed to meet, and the meeting place was the park outside the elementary school I went to in Illinois. I have no idea why. Anyway, I go to the park, and he's there, but with his mother and his two brothers, none of whom I've met. One of the brothers looks just like a guy I was stationed with in Augsburg, but that's neither here nor there. We meet, and TB wants me to read this letter that he wrote to himself after we were no longer together. He hands it to me, and the paper is dark, like close to navy, blue, and he's written with black ink. So it's hard to read no matter what. But the kicker is, I don't have my glasses on or with me, so I can't read a stinkin' thing anyway. (As an aside, I don't need glasses for driving, functioning in general, watching TV or anything, but I need them for reading, computer, close work, etc.) I figure this probably means something, but I have no idea what it means right now. Maybe I'm blind to other people's feelings? It's possible; I know I have self-centered tendencies. So do you, you just don't tell people about it. There was also a lot of touching in the dream, but non-sexual touching. Arms casually tossed across shoulders, light hugs, that kind of stuff. All v. weird.

So Se calls me on her lunch break to bitch about the dog (the dog is evil). I tell her about the dream and about the general "what if" questions that I tend to ask myself from time to time, especially when TB shows up in a dream as he is wont to do from time to time. Before I can get all depressed and generally no fun to talk to, she asked me, "what if frogs had machine guns?" After a good giggle, we agreed that machine guns would be fairly useless to frogs because:
a. They have no opposable thumbs.
b. Have you seen a frog's front legs? No upper body strength. They'd never be able to hoist a machine gun around.

So if frogs had machine guns, I think they'd merely be an interesting decorating choice.

Onward and upward. So since I last posted, my baby girl, A, turned 18. She's now an adult. On her 18th birthday, my family gathered at my brother's and we watched A get her first tattoos. My darling brother, D, had turned 40 two days earlier, and he got some ink, too. Wholesome family fun. A has yet to exercise all her 18-year-old options (she hasn't brought lottery tickets, signed a legal contract, or purchased cigarettes [she is anti-smoking]), but she's got her first ink and she's purchased porn (she got the Playboy with America's Next Top Model Adrienne Curry). My little girl is growing up.

Last Saturday, my friend A came down from Poulsbo. Our other friend, L, was supposed to come with her, but she had the stomch flu, so she didn't make the trip. We still had a good time, but we missed our cohort. Hit a used book store and I picked up some material for my TBR; we had some lunch (Ruby Tuesdays, pretty good), and then we went to paradise, also known as Shipwreck Beads, home of the world's largest selection. When we got there, we discovered they have a coffee shop in the showroom. We decided that next time we go, we're skipping lunch and just eating at the bead store. Both A's, my daughter and my friend, and I had a blast picking out stuff. I haven't made anything yet, but I have some ideas brewing. Just need to find time to translate them to jewelry.

The best news of the month may be that the asshole neighbors moved out! It was a single mom and her two teenage kids (kind of like me, but her kids are like 19 and 20 or so), and it turns out that the mom and her boyfriend up and moved to Montana out of the blue leaving the kids behind. They both have jobs, so maybe she figured they'd be OK. Apparently they couldn't afford to stay, but they couldn't get all their stuff out early enough in the month to not have to pay rent, and they're having a really hard time. I got all this information from the maintenance guy while he was fixing the leak under my kitchen sink. So I'm glad they're gone, but I feel kind of sorry for the kids.

What I'm reading now: Last night I finished Memory In Death, the latest by the incomparable Nora Roberts writing as J. D. Robb. It was wonderful; funny, touching, and I didn't figure out the killer until pretty late in the game. I never did get around to my series re-read, but I'm going to have to tackle it soon. Earlier in the week, I read The Mermaid Chair by Sue Monk Kidd. The nicest thing I can say about this book is that it wasn't particularly memorable.

By the way, I've now officially lost 41.8 pounds in 6 months with Weight Watchers! WOO FUCKING HOO! (Can you tell this pleases me?)-