(truly, Saundra, if you get that one, I will make you cookies and send them to you. I don't think it's an 80's reference though...Probably 70's and maybe even 60's.)
Today is an icky, icky day. Besides the weather (which looks frightfully dull and gray - kind of the quintessential winter sky), I had to take Tony to the airport at 5 AM. We, of course, got a flat tire on the way. Grrr. I thought he was going to spontaneously combust.
Did get him there on time, though, so that was okay. Then I went back home and to sleep, making the mistake of turning off my alarm. Which meant I woke up really, really late. Way past time to take the "evil" pill. Subsequently, I'm so dizzy I can hardly see straight and just feel really, really funky. Little waves of motion and emotion washing over me. And the leg/ligament? Eh, not so happy today.
Not to mention the really, really weird dream(s) I had -- violent, bloody affairs with desperation and sadness written all over them, though at least there was a requited love at the end. (Note: my dreams tend to be like movies and I'm often not even in them)
(boyfriend describing horrible thing that happened to girlfriend to his parents, who are some kind of King/Queen? after the ordeal is over and everyone has been rescued...I'll leave out what the horrible thing was 'cause it really was horrible--lucky for me, it at least seems to have happened "off scene" in my dream/movie.)
While he's telling the story, [girl] hangs her head in shame at a particularly heinous part. The mother immediately takes the girl's chin and lifts it up gently.
"Never be ashamed at what someone has done to you; it reflect only on them and not at all on you."
I'm not describing that real well, since I'm leaving out the nasty bits, but oh well.