we were at the beach (i grew up on the east coast; no, there are no beaches in new mexico...well, it's one big beach.)
so we were at the beach wading in the sea, and i guess i was looking at something and then fell over, or was just paddling about and then this wave crashed. she got all freaked out and thought i was drowning, so she grabbed my hair and pulled me up! right out of the sea by my hair!
the point of my tale is coming.
so last night i had this dream where she and i were talking and i said,
"oh, i think i have low blood sugar." she replies,
"well, take one of those lifesavers."
and you know what?
so THEN i wake up, i sit up and realize i really do feel low blood sugar! (it was only 4 in the morning, folks.)
so i test myself and ta-da! it's like, 59. ugh
but alas! no blueberry lifesavers! only o.j.
funny though, it was like those dreams where you need to pee really bad so you start looking for a bathroom and then, hopefully, when you do, you wake-up (wake-up! don't pee on yourself!) to actually do your thing. thank god for potty training.
it was like she 'saved' me once again---only this time, with blueberry lifesavers instead of pulling me up by my hair.
well, thank god for...my brain on honeymooning?