Last night I had this horrible dream about Theo. I'll leave all the embarrassing and stupid details, but suffice it to say I managed to lose him in a truck stop while driving cross country. The bulk of the dream was my frantic attempts to find him. The dream didn't ever resolve...I never found him. I woke up sweating and gasping and immediately went into his room where he was sleeping still. Thank goodness!
Of course, throughout the dream my sleeping mind managed to insert the obligatory cheerleaders, motorcycle chase and unexpected nakedness-embarassment. Oh. I was going to leave that stuff out, wasn't I?
This morning Riley crawled under Theo's bed out of reach and refused to come out. Little twerp. I took one look at the situation and decided to blindly ignore it. I guess in addition to being a crummy dad, I'm also a fairly lame husband too!
It is what it is!
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You just wanted to see if I could shimmy under there. Well let me tell you...I was really surprised to also find an enormous golden retriever there, too.
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