This morning my husband was up early, made coffee, and took the dogs out. A chore that I usually do every morning. So I stayed in bed a little longer, enjoying the reprieve I was given... not to mention trying to recapture the dreams, that I had last night, or was it early this morning, since I woke up about three or four times during the course of the night.. which makes for another blog altogether, because dreaming is what I do best..
So getting back to my story.... I was just about to close my eyes again, when suddenly the door opened and my dog Clyde jumps up on the bed. And of course following behind him, was my other dog Ralph, whom my husband had to lift up onto the bed, because he was too fat to jump.
My dogs were licking my face, making it impossible for me to go back to sleep, So I played with them for a little while, and that's when my husband brought me a cup of coffee. He sat it down on the bureau next to me, and at the same time handed me something to eat, only to realize it wasn't for me, it was a dog treat, for the dogs. Now who was confused..that my husband would actually mistake me for one of our dogs. Was he dreaming, or um hoping. So we laughed about it for a few minutes... And that's when he told me what happened yesterday.
He had taken the margarine out of the refrigerator and placed it on the counter. He then put a couple of slices of bread in the toaster.
When the toast was finished, he buttered it. But when he went to get his toast, it wasn't there, only the margarine was still sitting on the counter. And yes he sometimes misplaces his coffee cup as well.. but that makes for another story.
So now he's looking all over for his toast, baffled about what happened.. so he went back into the kitchen, and noticed the margarine was still sitting on the counter. He opened the refrigerator to put the margarine on the shelf, only to discover that's where his toast was sitting all the time. Now who was the one dreaming...lol.
And that story for me will always be FOREVER YOUNG
