Today is my 31st anniversary. I had an early morning anxiety dream that woke me up and left me with a slight headache. I was dreaming that I was suppose to be in a wedding wearing a purple dress and shoes by 3 PM, but I could not find the right shoes. When I did find them, I would lose them before I could get them on my feet – all the while I was worried about being late to the wedding. I woke myself up out of deep sleep to avoid another round of looking for the purple shoes.
I have written about my wedding for the last three years. If you want to read about it, you can go to my archives. That stupid dream put me in a sour mood – I will work on getting a better attitude. My email is not working this morning – probably due to Hughes doing another "upgrade." It irritates the heck out of me. Last week Toby and I talked about going to The City on our anniversary. I wanted to go back to the Cowboy HoF to see the rest of the Prix de West show. He wanted to do some shopping – at maybe Bass Pro Shop. We were both hoping for a Red Hawk’s game, but they were to be out of town. There is an old joke between us that I am the one who loves baseball, but I have never been to a professional game. One year he was in Chicago for a meeting, which he said would be boring and I could not go. The company he worked for had box seats and he was able to go to a White Sox game. I got a hat. The next year when I went with him to Chicago, there was a baseball strike.
Anyway, Toby wanted to do something fun for our anniversary this year. When the Red Hawks thing fell through, he asked me if I wanted to go to the DFW area and see a Ranger’s game. I said sure, but I gave him an out knowing that he does not like the DFW area. He took the out, so we are not going there. He was taking today off to spend it with me, but last night he found out he has a conference call and needs to be at work until after 1PM. This morning Jesse and Lindz were making plans to go kayaking at the lake later today. Toby jumped on that bandwagon and decided we could all go. We could take the bicycles and the kayaks and food and drink and cook out… Instead of going to a local lake, we could go to Lake of the Ozarks. We could invite a whole herd of folk to join us. I’m sure it will be great fun. Dammit.