Dead mice, soy butter and a GIANT strawberry...

Just got home from another long day at the office. When I got home this afternoon I was greeted by a dead mouse right in front of the door courtesy of Rascal, I'm sure. He has really become quite the outdoorsman since spending so much time outside this summer. I guess he's thanking us for his freedom by bringing us these little tokens of his appreciation. He had a baby squirrel the other day, it was pitiful. There's almost always some big beautiful butterfly missing half a wing or so somewhere close to the back door as well. I guess it's just what cats do.

Sam had a good day at school today. No cards pulled. My deal with him is that if he gets no cards pulled, I will pack him a lunch to take to school the next day. Otherwise his punishment is having to eat school food. :) Honestly, I think he just likes to carry a lunchbox. It's a novelty to him. The bad thing about all of this is that I absolutely HATE to pack a lunch. I just run completely out of good ideas for lunches and I feel like I am packing the same thing over and over. Lily doesn't eat her lunch half the time, so I really don't know why I bother. I guess because I'd look like a terrible mom if I didn't. Oh well. I packed him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich day before yesterday, with a fruit roll up and some chips and CELERY. Can you believe that my child wanted celery? I can't eat the stuff without gagging but he loves it. Go figure. It seems like such an adult-tasting vegetable, but he is crazy about it. Lily's preschool is peanut free so I have an extra hard time finding lunch ideas for her. I could throw a few saltines or tricuits in a bag and she'd be totally happy. I did buy a jar of soy butter the last time I was at WalMart and do you know I actually liked it better than peanut butter? I don't know why but it seems to have a more "woodsy" aftertaste. I know that sounds weird, but you should try it if you haven't. It doesn't taste THAT much different, but I like it.

I had a really weird dream last night after a traumatic head injury at dance class... let me explain. I was waiting outside Lily's dance studio for the class before her to finish up and come out. I squatted down next to the wall outside the door to help her get her dance flats on and when I stood up...BAM! There was a mailbox mounted on the wall and it made direct contact with my forehead when I stood up. It hurt SOOOO bad! I have a "goose egg" even still and it still hurts like Hell-O. So, it is the only reason I can come up with for why I had this super strange dream last night about a giant strawberry. Yes, you read that right... a giant strawberry. I dreamed that there was a giant strawberry that was growing out of the ground (like a carrot) in my mom's front yard. I wanted to take a picture of the kids standing in front of it but there were these people who kept trying to eat it. I was really mad because they shouldn't have been eating it until after I had my pictures. So, then, for no apparent reason, the front yard turned into a swimming pool/ocean with the giant strawberry in the middle. I was swimming around and could not get out of the water. This guy I went to elementary school with and have not seen or thought about since then, was floating around in a yellow ducky innertube. It was just the two of us and after swimming around for a while I got tired and got into the inner tube with him. I fell asleep with my head laying on his back floating in the water. I slept really good because I felt like I was floating around all night long in the weird pool with the strawberry in it. I woke myself up a couple of times when I touched the big knot on my forehead to the pillow, but I went right back to sleep, floating around in the pool.

Am I totally insane or do other people have weird dreams like this? I know Carmen remembers the time I dreamed about giving birth to a sleeve of styrofoam cups. Anybody want to share their weird dreams to make me feel better?