T minus one hour...

We're getting ready to leave in about an hour, but I wanted to tell everyone about the totally freaked-out dream I had that woke me up and kept me up since about 3am this morning.

I dreamed that we lost Ry at the airport.

R picked me up outside the airport in a beat up old blue pick-up truck with no car seats in it. I realized Ry was lost (and come to think of it, the other two kids weren't there either), and I told R to stay with the truck while I went back inside the airport and ran around trying to find someone who could help me.

And who did I find?

Mary from the Amazing Race, who kept telling me to put my bags down and just run (I was like, uh, no way I'm putting my bag down in an airport)

Katie Holmes, who was sitting at a table flipping her hair and snarling at me with her icky snaggletooth (Tom Cruise was not present). At some point she was looking straight at me and whispering to the person she was sitting next to, and I asked them if they could please help me find my son. She spun around and turned her back to me and I very loudly and bitterly said:

"Well, at least I didn't name my kid something STUPID!"

And Philip Kiriakis from Days of Our Lives (which I've watched on-and-off since I was in about 8th grade) who was looking at himself in a mirror and putting on lipstick saying, "This is who I am now".


Spicy food before bed, my friends. Think twice.