After our raucous night last night, Anna decided to sack out on my couch instead of drive home. I'm hoping that's the only reason I had my weird dream last night.
Apparently, we're these like super secret ninja warrior people and were trying to buy weapons at a department store. This little Chinese woman led us over to the cooking section and told Anna she was destined to use a spatula. I apparently didn't have a much higher calling because my custom chosen weapon was a hand held strainer.
How come everyone is having dreams about Anna lately?
Anna, I guess you're just that dreamy.
*Shakes head at the corny-ness of that statement.*
I'm going to work now.
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