Reilly came in to my room tonight and asked if she could sleep with me. Evidently, she has been having some scary dreams. I totally attribute this to Shark Week on the
Discovery Channel, but that's a story for another time. I had no idea that she was having bad dreams. The last couple of times that she's slept with me, she's sat straight up in bed in the middle of the night, looked at me and exclaimed, "THAT WAS AWESOME!!" Then, mumbled a few unintelligible things before lying back down as though nothing had happened.
Anyway, she went on to tell me about her scary dreams. They were very scary, because they involved the death of a family friend. When she was finished describing the dreams, she looked at me and said, "I think I need therapy."
Now, she was only half kidding, so we talked about it for a few minutes. She came to the conclusion that she was going to stop watching scary things on television, and that she was going to try to fall asleep listening to the IPOD.
Later, we were joking around and I said, "Hey Reilly, I think you could use therapy, but not just for your dreams."
I got the deadpan stare and she replied, "Thanks alot, Mom."
Teehee...I love it that she gets me!!
My precious computer that HH gave me for Christmas this year, is still being repaired. I think it's been gone almost a month. I'm extremely put out with Best Buy right now, and, as God (and the blogosphere)is my witness, I will never buy another Gateway computer again!
I have spent most of the past two days on Syd's laptop trying to edit pictures from our State Softball trip. Even though I have only been making basic edits (i.e. cropping), the process has been slow...very slow. I don't have to remind you that I'm NOT a patient person, so it's been a painful task. I don't mind making the edits, it's the waiting for the computer to catch up that is the problem.
Last night I couldn't sleep, so I was up until about 4:00am lying in bed with the laptop on my stomach. There was intense heat radiating from the bottom of the computer. I pulled up the covers, and that seemed to help, but it was still pretty darn hot.
I woke up this morning and my stomach was toasty...inside and out. I got up, and an hour later I still felt as though I was cooking. Since I tend to obsess about EVERYTHING, I convinced myself that this act probably going to lead to cancer of all my internal organs and that I was going to die a long painful death...immediately.
I, of course, worried about this all day, and will probably continue to worry about it unless the question is answered... Can you cook your internal organs with a hot laptop????
With that, I will be leaving you all tonight...my tummy is burning:0